Till Bonds Do Us Part

Chapter 1 The tires of the ambulance screeched as it came to a stop infront of the hospital building. The paramedics were moving as fast as they could. I run after them as they wheeled my brother into the emergency room. This was all new waters to me. I was lost as I didn’t know what exactly was going on. All I knew and wanted was for somebody, anyone to save my brother. The nurses and doctors were working frantically to get my brother back and I just stood there helpless. All I knew was that my brother was not responsive and my world was slowly falling apart. 1,2,3, they counted as they lifted him off the stretcher. Doc 1: “Pulse check” A second doctor tore his shirt open and continued, administering CPR. Doc 1: “Intubate,” and they put a pipe looking thing in this mouth. “Pass me 7.55mm” Doc 1: “Ambu bag” He checked the heart monitor and he realized there was nothing they could do in the emergency room as at this point. Doc 1: “Get help! Quick! Call cardiothoracic surgery.” He barked. Doc 2: “ where the hell is the ECMO team?” Another shouted in frustration. Doc 3 replied, “They said they’d be here” Doc 1: “200 joules, charged. Clear! Shock!” Rhythm check I just stared at them as they did all they could to revive my brother. Which they finally did after many Clear and Shock sessions. * * * Lyon was overwhelmed with the sea of questions that were coming at him. He was supposed to be the boss but he felt like a child being scolded. This is going to be the very last time they are going to make me feel like this. Lyon has been a subject of the media because of his numerous romantic escapades; most of which according to him are just blatant lies. Clearly, the board was dissatisfied with his supposed behavior and wanted him to up his game and be a responsible boss or else they take the company from under his watch. “Lyon, you’d have to do better than this. Come up something that will take reporters off your back.” “A marriage will be suitable in a time like this, to shake the narrative a little and to make our customers believe in you again,” another suggested. Lyon scoffed, “You must be dreaming if you think I’ll take you up on that offer. I am my own man and nobody makes decisions for me.” “Well, the ball is in court. You either turn the numbers around or you pay for the consequences.” Lyon stormed out of the board room in anger because why would he have to get married, that’s pure and utter nonsense. That was never part of the plan, and even if by some stroke of luck it does happen, it wouldn’t be any time soon. Lucas tried to catch up with his boss and best friend and at least try to talk some “sense” into him but the pace Lyon was going could pass as one who was hellbent on winning a marathon. He finally caught up with him at the end of the hallway as Lyon stopped to catch his breath. “You should really try to move at a pace I can keep with, you know I got short legs,” Lucas said panting. Lyon gave him a glare as though he was the cause of his misery. “Lyon, come on man, you don’t have to be mad. Think about it, it can help you in a way. The Lyon Kane, one of the most eligible bachelors in Motown finally getting married is mind blowing and it’s definitely going to debunk all these “not so accusations” levelled against you.” “Not so accusations,” really? Is that even accepted?” He said with an eye roll. “That’s what you got from all that I said?” Lucas deadpanned. “Like dude I’m trying to get you to reason with these people and you are here judging my grammar.” “You don’t need to get me to reason with anything. I ain’t doing s**t,” Lyon vehemently replied. “Cmon let’s get out of here.” * * * [parking lot] I ran out of the crowded emergency room just to get some air because the air in the hospital was just so suffocating. I felt like I would die myself as the cardiothoracic doctor said my brother was suffering from some heart disease that I can’t quite recall and that he was in dire need of a surgery if we do not want a repeat of the horror movie that just happened. I needed to really catch my breath after that; “Like how and why would he be this sick at this point in time?” We were neck deep in debt and we had to find a way to eat and pay our bills and now this??. I screamed in frustration and I’m sure the whole world could hear the agony in my voice. I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at this stage. I let out another scream; I needed to feel better somehow and I proceeded to throw my bag and my phone for good measure. It didn’t take long before I realised that I have made one of the worst decisions of my “not so precious” life. Not only did I utterly destroy my phone but someone’s life savings, ie. very very flashy car. The car itself commanded authority and it was like none that I’ve seen; not that I constantly came across very luxury rides. It turns out that the BANG! I heard was my poor phone having a not so sweet crush with the monster of a car’s windshield. Yes my little phone did that. Great just great. The windows of the car slowly, very slowly like in the movies, began to roll down to reveal a very handsome dark head whose pretty face was gracefully adorned with a scowl. He stepped out of the vehicle and I couldn’t believe what I saw. I think I must have had the stupidest dreamy look in the history of all looks. The man was tall; a little too tall might I add. Judging by the tailoring and fabric of his dark blue jacket and white shirt, he was obviously rich and it showed well on him. He slowly turned to look at me; the source and originator of his trouble this very fine afternoon and I knew right then and there that I was doomed.