The boy screamed, flailing like a madman. In turn, he shoved my brother off the bed. Everything crashed at once—monitors, wires, machines. I saw the oxygen tube rip out.
A moment later, the beeping turned into a steady flatline.
Seth froze.
Luna walked in just then and he immediately scrambled behind her like a scared little boy, clutching her arm.
“Professor Luna… Cyrus hit me again…”
I stared at the chaos in front of me, my mind buzzing. I’d thought about letting go so many times, but I never imagined it would happen like this.
I looked down at my brother’s lifeless body and something on his right hand caught my eye—a small black mole.
Just moments ago, I had seen that same hand yank out his own oxygen tube. My brother had ended his own life.
Luna clearly hadn’t expected things to spiral out of control like this. She cleared her throat a few times.
“Look,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm. “Seth won’t hold it against you for hitting him. Let’s just forget about today. Let it go.”
“Your brother’s been paralyzed for so many years. Honestly, a man living like that with no dignity is worse than dying with some honor.”