Live

Chapter One

You never really know how to live until your counting your last days, or last breaths. I felt this when my brother laid on that hospital bed, with a breathing mask covering half of his face. My soul felt like it was being tore right out of my chest when I look through clear glass window on the emergency room doors. My brother laid there lifeless, as if he peacefully baking in the summer sun. But only this time it wasn't as peaceful. They placed the defibrillator over his heart, trying to put life back into his body. Watching every time his body jerked at the shocks.

My body froze one metre away from the door as I watched. Everything seemed to slow down as if time wanted me to slowly break. Heart and breath was now slowed down, but I couldn't tell. I replayed the night in my head over and over again, what went wrong? I turned to see my father hunched over a chair, head hanging like his shoulders have given up support.

Turning back to the window to look at my brother, we were just playing at the theme park. Why did he sudden have a seizure?

I just stood there questioning myself feeling utterly helpless, remembering standing there as my brother convulsed right before my eyes. And without thinking, I just kneeled down towards him moving my arms with no clue as to what to do. Tears fell from my eyes then but they no longer fell from my eyes. It was as if all my sense of emotions had been taken away from me.

The corridors around me grew quiet as the hours led on. And all my hope had been lost.

"Mr. Louis," a female doctor walked through the doors with a expression of distort strained across her face. "Your son is fine. We've successfully revived him."

My father stood up giant grin on his face. "So, when can we see him?"

Her eyes looked down to avoid what was to come, "he's got to be put in intensive care."

My father's emotions changed dramatically, all of sudden he lost all strength in his body.

"Your son has a tumour in his brain. It's already taken up one eighth of his brain. We don't know if we can help him."

All of sudden I began to remember my mother. Her long on going wait to find a cure for her brain tumour. I remembered as it took over a quarter of her brain, her words became incomprehensible. She could hardly talk at all, and the exact same thing was going happening to my brother. And I didn't know how long we had with him. But if this was anything like my mother's, it wouldn't be very long.