A Cold Day in Hell for the Both of Us

Sticks and stones may break my bones, and the same goes for bolts and bows.

Rain marks the panes of glass surrounding both Isaac and I. Pedal to the metal, wheels skid across the obstacle course of traffic cones. I glance quickly to my brother, who seemed to be in a state of shock. A single tissue kept blood from spurting out across the dashboard as he violently jerked about in place, the only thing keeping him stationary being his seat belt. A crossbow bolt was wedged deep in his arm, specifically his radius, the sleek black surface stained crimson. I can only hope the best for him...

The wait was unbearably long. The atmosphere of the hospital was alien to me, despite my brother having frequent visits. The scent of anti-bacterial substances lingered in the air as I entered the room Isaac had been urgently rushed too, this being the worst case doctors and medics had seen involving him. Knowing my brother well, I began to regret the choice of entering freely. The medical staff fired sets of questions at me as soon as they caught sight of me, which I could only reply to truthfully. Hired as a personal assassin, Isaac worked well being considered and advanced archer. This incident, however, was the result foolish result of an error while loading his crossbow.

Scarlet liquids of many shades stained the surround environment, as my brother lay lifeless on the hospital sheets. An obvious difference to his body was visible, as his left arm - the one in the accident - was amputated, leaving a strangely slender stump of an upper arm left. I couldn't help but feel sorry the boy, his reputation now beaten to a bloodied pulp as a result of all this. Being deep in anesthetic, a rather distressed - but content - look was upon his face, his black bush of hair being tangled beyond brushing. We may be eternal enemies, but sometimes we can't help but feel for each other, even if we aren't entirely related.

The next couple of days was unbearable for him, as I've been told. Ruling an empire of business, I haven't had much time to see him. I've left my colleague - Steven - in care of him, which I can't help but regret. There is nothing else I can do, though, except maybe quit my job momentarily just to care for my brother. Who would keep the business in shape, though?

It's not just Isaac who's been affected, however. Being slightly related, I know him well, and how depressive and suicidal his thoughts are. Knowing that at any minute he can just jump towards his death worries me, especially in his current state. The world around us has become much more monochrome and lifeless recently, which scares me. I know, the world is a tough place, but it justs seems like nightmares can become reality at any moment.

Steven sent me a text last night, saying something unreal, but predictable. Outrageous, but expected. Isaac had died. He killed himself. He commit suicide. Everything I knew he would do, but not this early. He still had a chance of survival, but ignored it. Just like he did with the death of our family.