. . .
I can't breathe.
I can't speak. I need to speak, but I can't.
Why does his arm look like that? Why does it look like shredded meat?
Why is his whole chest red and blue?
Why does he keep saying Sanj's name?
. . .
I can't. I can't lose my brother. He's all I have. I just found him. And he's so sad. He should at least get to be happy before he dies. He can't die sad.
I don't know how mom and dad got here. He wouldn't want them here. Who called them?
There are so many people here. I see them talking. I see them on phones. I see them pacing, but I just want my brother.
Mr Nolan. Mr Nigel Bloom. Mom. Dad.
And Christian.
Christian is carrying me. That much I can tell. I think he's been carrying me for a while now.
I see them talking. I see another group of doctors running. I'm
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