We Need More

“No, no, no. There’s gotta–there’s gotta be SOMETHING you can do to HELP him.” Gaze fell upon the BOY that lie LIFELESSLY on the hospital bed, hands COILING into fists. He couldn’t LOSE his brother–he just COULDN’T. He FAILED Gray. There was NOTHING he could to do SAVE him–to EASE his PAIN in the slightest. He BLAMED himself for the STATE Gray was in, && there was not a thing in the world he could do about it. The woman speaking to Zach merely placed a hand upon his shoulder && gave a REASSURING squeeze before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind her. For a good minute, Zach remained silent, OVERWHELMED with emotions; the woman’s words RINGING in his ears, “Gray isn’t going to make it.”He TENTATIVELY took a seat in the chair beside the bed, hand GINGERLY set ATOP Gray’s own. “..Hey, man. Uh, the doc said nothing’s working. Crazy, huh? Hard to believe that we were just at a park not too long ago && now we’re here.” Eyes shut BRIEFLY, lips pressed FIRMLY together in order to think of what to say next. What are you SUPPOSED to say in this situation? Your sibling is FIXING to die. What do you TELL them? Throat RAN dry && tears FELL free && warm against cheeks, the grasp on Gray’s hand TIGHTENING. “–I love you, man && we’ll ALWAYS be brothers, ok? We’ll ALWAYS come back to one another.”

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“It’s okay, kid. I wouldn’t expect you to,” Owen assures him as he leans against the door frame of Gray’s hospital room. “You and I met at Jurassic World—your aunt asked me to help look for you and your brother when that dinosaur escaped. I dunno if you remember any of that…anyways uh…your aunt wanted me to see how you were doin’ and if you needed anything.” 

                                  and I’ll let nothing stand in our way.”

“ how am i supposed to trust you now? ”

He HAD hit his head a LITTLE too hard AGAINST the seat of the gyrosphere. He didn’t have ANY recollection of what occurred in the past twenty four hours. EVERYTHING was all a BLUR. The ONLY thing he DID know was that he was SURROUNDED by nurses && doctors that were INCESSANTLY coming in && out of his room. He had visitors, too, however..he recognized NONE of the faces. The smallest one, supposedly his brother, called himself Gray. What a bizarre name. Why would SOMEONE name THEIR kid after a color? There was a BLONDE woman. Karen, she called herself. Beside her stood a raven-haired man. His name was..SCOTT. They claimed to be his PARENTS. They informed him about the divorce && were quite DISAPPOINTED with the lack of response that was earned. Well–how was he SUPPOSED to react? He didn’t KNOW these people.His FAMILY visited him FREQUENTLY, sure. Albeit by no means did MEMORIES come SWARMING back to him. Despite the boy’s ATTEMPTS at showing him his most PRIZED possessions (his phone, headphones, going as far as playing music he knew Zach LIKED, even), Zach COULDN’T, even if his life DEPENDED on it, remember a SINGLE thing. && the look of DISTRESS on the boy’s face didn’t go UNNOTICED. Perhaps showing Zach some things HE owned would CHANGE things, though he wouldn’t get his HOPES up…The next visit, Gray brought some of his belongings. Start with something SMALL. He HANDED his older brother his VIEWMASTER, a small, hopeful smile stretching onto his lips as Zach went through the slides. Dinosaurs. Ok–what did that INFER? He didn’t FULLY understand. Once he went through ALL of the slides, he returned the viewmaster && gave a shrug of shoulders. “I don’t–I don’t know what that means,” he admitted, head cocked to the side.It SEEMED like no matter what he did, Zach wouldn’t remember ANYTHING. That didn’t NECESSARILY mean he’d give up, however. “–Do you remember me, Zach?” He MENTALLY BRACED himself for the response, throat ALREADY tightening.“No–No, I don’t. Am I supposed to?”  

                                  and I’ll let nothing stand in our way.”