His Friend, My Living Hell

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s being lifted onto a gurney, my brother onto another. The ster

otion erupted at the main entrance. Paramedics rushed in a new g

I was so scared! I needed some time away, but then I hea

ked between me, my brother, and Fabiola. "We o

nt, he looked torn. His eyes met mine, and in thei

t enough to

s filling with tears. "I'm a surgeon, Julian. My hands are my life. If anything happens to them... I

placed by a familiar, chilling resolve. He

he doctor. "Tr

f pity and blame. "I'm sorry, Grace," he said, h

heard was Fabiola's soft, triumphant voice and th

ey called it a miracle

ether by pins and plates. A phone, a burner phone Josephine

ce?" Josephine's voice was gr

n his coma, my brother with his shattered leg. I thought of the rats in t

y voice a steel blade

lian didn't even know he was playing on. My father and brother would be moved to a private facility un

is face etched with a hollow

ve," I said, my vo

f I had struck h

gaze fixed on the ceiling.

st time in his life, Julian Pena was speechless. He, the man who commanded boardro

d of his footsteps echoing the hollo