/Ethan's POV/
For 2 minutes I was staring at my brother's body without any clue what to do. I knelt next to him and started to push for him to wake up but there was no response from him.
I rushed out to the living room, where my sister was frozen in front of the TV, and my mom was climbing down the stairs heading for the sitting room.
"Emily, kill the TV!" I yelled, racing past her to shut the TV off from my mom, who was now wearing a frown after arriving down the stairs.
That five-minute run was already making my heart pound. God I should work out more often. I removed the TV plug and faced my mom.
"It was going to blow," I lied. My mom's health was very critical at the moment; she battled with depression for a long time so she got easily riled up.
"Emily, we have a situation." I
