My Brother
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Charlie was in range of the shooter. Don saw the barrel of the gun point towards his little brother. Dad would kill him if something happend to Charlie. He didn't even have to think about it. Charlie was more important to him than anything else in the world. He jumped between his brother and the gunman as the gun went off.
The bullet cut through his Kevlar vest and hit the skin as if it were moving through water.
It must have been teflon coated. Don thought as he breathed in ragged gasps. Charlie ran to him and held him as the rest of the team converged on the shooter. He craddled Don as his tears fell freely down his face. A medic came over and Charlie reluctantly let Don go. The medic gingerly striped off the vest and Don's shirt. A deep red wound mared his shoulder.
"Missed the bone," the medic said. "He's gonna be fine."
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Don sat on the bed as Charlie and Alan Eppes entered the room.
"Donnie," his dad enveloped him in a hug."I'm so glad you are ok." he pulled away and Charlie hugged him too.
"We were worried." he said.
"I'm fine." Don replied.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why'd you jump in front." Don stared at him in disbelief.
"Charlie! You're my brother. The question is why not!"
"But..."
"But nothing, you mean everything to me." Charlie smiled.
"Thanks bro."