Linus helplessly stared at the piece of paper in his hand that seemed to weigh a ton. It is clearly written there. Tyler with no surname, and his beaten face as a photo. His eyes trailed down the words as if the letters were spinning in his sight. He struggled to read it before he composed himself.
"A willing donor of a heart transplant?" He read and the hand holding the paper started to tremble.
Linus's world seemed to revolve around what he had read and the memory of that night when he had just seen Tyler, lifeless and his chest full of blood came back to him. That's why. That's why he looks like that. On weakened knees, Linus sat down. His head can't accept the fact that his brother died a tragic death. Death caused by inhumane people.
"Sir, are you.. alright?" someone as
