When you see someone on the verge of life and death, you realise how short a life is. You realise how it will be you in that position one day. You realise you will die one day. I realised this while watching my brother being taken into hospital. I have stayed with him ever since the accident, never wanting to leave him. My sister says I need to take a break and leave him. How calm is she being? Our brother's on the verge of life and death and she tells me to leave him. Each night I have to make sure he is breathing before I fall asleep, I'm scared he will never wake up. I'm scared Ivan won't be the same when he comes round. Maybe, he will finally realise that it was me who looked after him. If anything, I hope he has feelings for me now. I keep on fantasising until I hear someone called me
"Natalya?" It was my sister, Yektarina "Are you still here" She cautiously entered the room and walked over to me. She looked much better than me, I hadn't slept in weeks.
"Da, I'm here. Why?" I yawned and looked up at her
"You need to get out of here…" She sighed "I'll look after him"
"But- I" I tried to protest but Alfred walked in.
"I will take her" Alfred grumbled and grabbed my arm, pulling me out. I started to struggle
"I can't leave big brother!" I protested yet again, but Alfred was stronger.
"God dammit Natalya, you're too over-protective." Alfred growled and dragged me along. I had no option but to follow him. I thought of coming back tomorrow, maybe early.
The fact I was being dragged along the street like a 5-year old was humiliating. Alfred refused to let go. People stared as a 20 year old American male was dragging a 19 year old Belarussian behind him. I whined loudly which made him slow down.
"Thank you" I muttered. He let my hand go and I started to rub my wrist. He put his hands on my back and held me close.
"I'm sorry, I'm just concerned" He muttered into my hair. I sighed and hugged back, with a long sigh I muttered.
"I know"