Richard
I cross my legs on the hospital bench.
A flock of doctors and nurses and patients stroll up and down the hallway but I don't lift my head to look at them. My eyes are stuck on the white tiles.
Ruby stabbed my brother seventeen times. It's a miracle he survived. But he's still in critical condition. He's still fighting for his life. He's always been good at that. Fighting for his life. Beating death. Coming back to life. He's a cat with nine lives. He probably has two more lives to go.
I wonder if he'll be angry when he wakes up. Angry that I didn't let him stay at my house. This wouldn't have happened if he was living with me. Angry that I beat him up and trashed his letter. Something I regret doing. Angry that I forgave Ruby after what she did to him. I even stopped her from g
