I'm frantic as I search for any signs of him.
His video games and books are gone off the side table.
The pictures that were hanging on the walls are missing.
The room is sterile and empty.
I race out into the hall and grab one of the nurses walking by.
"My brother…where is my brother?"
She looks at me and I know…
I just know.
"I'm so sorry…" She says, reaching up to put her hand on my shoulder but I shrug her off and run down the hall.
I see my parents standing at the elevator.
They're crying.
Still with me?
No?
Should I have tissue warned you?
Tissue warning...