Ephram's POV
Wow, I can't believe this is happening to me. Can my life get any worse than it is? Yes, it probably can.
I have a tumor that can't be operated on, and its malignant. I should be writing my will and testament right now, I wonder where Dad is.
"Dad?" I cried weakly. Dad, where are you?"
Ephram, I'm here, don't worry buddy." He stroked my bald head.
"Dad, how's Delia doing?"
Dad looked really worried. I wanted to know what was happening to my little sister, the little girl who I have taken care of for the past 2 years.
"Ephram, she's not good. She's still in a coma, but she has no brain waves."
I was confused. "Meaning?"
He sighed deeply. "She's brain dead, Ephram."
I closed my eyes and let a wail escape from my lips. It was all my fault. I killed my sister's essence, her soul, her mind. How could I ? How could I live with that on my chest?
"Dad, I want to die." I moaned. I didn't mean to say it aloud, but it just slipped from my lips. My father didn't say anything but he slipped his arms around my body and kissed my forehead.
"I know son, but it's not your fault." He finally said.
"It is my fault! I was the one who pushed Delia to get hit by that car! Damn it! Tell me one thing, Dad, tell me that they have found the monster who hit her!"
Fire was licking my insides as I felt the heat rise from my toes to my head. My fingertips were tingling, I felt so alive with malice.
"Ephram, calm down buddy," my dad said as my monitors started to beep. My blood pressure was sky high.
"Really, calm down! Think about yourself, Ephram, if you don't get your blood pressure back down you could-"
I cut him off, "I could what, die faster than I already am? Good then, let me die!" Dad winced like I had punched him in the stomach. I knew he needed me now more than ever since he had already lost Mom and Delia. How could he bear to lose me too?
My insides slowly cooled down with the guilt I possessed. "Dad, god, I'm so sorry. I don't want to die, I really don't. I need you. I need you now more than ever."
Dad wiped a tear from his eye as he pulled me into a warm embrace again.
"Dad?" I croaked.
"yes, Ephram?"
"I want to see Delia."
Andy's Pov
He wanted to see Delia. How could I bear to let him see Delia? I could hardly look at her without going insane. My daughter is literally dead and my son wants to see her when I could barely take one glance at her. I really was a pathetic man, but it was just too painful. But as it was probably Ephram's last time being with his sister, I agreed.
I wheeled him into Delia's room and I watched his face. It turned paler than it already was, his eyes grew red and swollen. I took him over to her bedside. I turned from him as he grasped her hand. I couldn't bear to watch them, I would have lost my composure if I had. I waited outside the door.
"Delia," I heard Ephram saying with difficulty, "I know things haven't been the greatest between us. I know I should have been a more supportive and understanding big brother, I wish to god I had been. I wish I could have given you all the love that you lacked, make up for the Mother that both you and I had lost so unwillingly. I wish so many things, but what I wish the most is that you could have known Mother longer than you did. She was such a good, beautiful person like you had known before she died, but you didn't know her the way I had. I was blessed with six more years of life with her, but I also was cursed. You will never know how I am so cursed, I can't explain it. Maybe it's because I lost Mom, but you lost her too. Maybe it's because I had to move to Everwood, but you are here with me. Maybe it's because I couldn't get the girl of my dreams because she was committed to someone else, but now he's dead. But I still can't get her. And I know I never will. Maybe its because I have this malignant brain tumor that's inoperable, or because you are here in the hospital not hearing a damned word I'm saying!"
Ephram paused and I heard audible sobbing from her room. But he continued.
"No, no, you see, I'm not the one who's cursed. Dad is the one who is cursed with this suffering. You and me, Delia, we've had it pretty easy to that man we call Father. That man has sacrificed everything for us, you'll never know, and that's what I wish for me. I wish I had given my father the chances that I hadn't. I wish that I knew him better, that I could feel more for him than I already do. Delia, we are dying! And that man's healthy as a horse! And you know what? He is cursed because he'll be the only one left when we die! And he knows it!"
Something cold washed over me, something chilled me to the bone. It was Ephram's words that put me in perspective. He was right. I was cursed.
"Delia," he said, "I give the man all the props he deserves, I love the man. He's going through a lot right now. So why don't you make everything easier on everyone and wake up?"
Bam! Ephram was pleading with Delia to wake up! it hit me like a ton of sugar! I had thought that he had accepted the fact that she couldn't wake, but here he was trying to get to wake her. My heart went out to his pointless and uneffective action.
"Delia, you have to wake up! I can't die like this without having you to comfort me! to cheer me on! I need to die before you, Delia! It's my destiny! Don't leave me behind!"
Delia's POV
I thought that I felt someone's hand grasp mine and hold onto it for dear life. I thought that I heard someone's voice in the distance, egging me to open my eyes and wake up. I thought that I heard someone call my name. But it couldn't be him. I had overheard Daddy say that Ephram was probably going to die, so did he get hit by that car too? Why couldn't I just WAKE UP??
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Wow, I can't believe this is happening to me. Can my life get any worse than it is? Yes, it probably can.
I have a tumor that can't be operated on, and its malignant. I should be writing my will and testament right now, I wonder where Dad is.
"Dad?" I cried weakly. Dad, where are you?"
Ephram, I'm here, don't worry buddy." He stroked my bald head.
"Dad, how's Delia doing?"
Dad looked really worried. I wanted to know what was happening to my little sister, the little girl who I have taken care of for the past 2 years.
"Ephram, she's not good. She's still in a coma, but she has no brain waves."
I was confused. "Meaning?"
He sighed deeply. "She's brain dead, Ephram."
I closed my eyes and let a wail escape from my lips. It was all my fault. I killed my sister's essence, her soul, her mind. How could I ? How could I live with that on my chest?
"Dad, I want to die." I moaned. I didn't mean to say it aloud, but it just slipped from my lips. My father didn't say anything but he slipped his arms around my body and kissed my forehead.
"I know son, but it's not your fault." He finally said.
"It is my fault! I was the one who pushed Delia to get hit by that car! Damn it! Tell me one thing, Dad, tell me that they have found the monster who hit her!"
Fire was licking my insides as I felt the heat rise from my toes to my head. My fingertips were tingling, I felt so alive with malice.
"Ephram, calm down buddy," my dad said as my monitors started to beep. My blood pressure was sky high.
"Really, calm down! Think about yourself, Ephram, if you don't get your blood pressure back down you could-"
I cut him off, "I could what, die faster than I already am? Good then, let me die!" Dad winced like I had punched him in the stomach. I knew he needed me now more than ever since he had already lost Mom and Delia. How could he bear to lose me too?
My insides slowly cooled down with the guilt I possessed. "Dad, god, I'm so sorry. I don't want to die, I really don't. I need you. I need you now more than ever."
Dad wiped a tear from his eye as he pulled me into a warm embrace again.
"Dad?" I croaked.
"yes, Ephram?"
"I want to see Delia."
Andy's Pov
He wanted to see Delia. How could I bear to let him see Delia? I could hardly look at her without going insane. My daughter is literally dead and my son wants to see her when I could barely take one glance at her. I really was a pathetic man, but it was just too painful. But as it was probably Ephram's last time being with his sister, I agreed.
I wheeled him into Delia's room and I watched his face. It turned paler than it already was, his eyes grew red and swollen. I took him over to her bedside. I turned from him as he grasped her hand. I couldn't bear to watch them, I would have lost my composure if I had. I waited outside the door.
"Delia," I heard Ephram saying with difficulty, "I know things haven't been the greatest between us. I know I should have been a more supportive and understanding big brother, I wish to god I had been. I wish I could have given you all the love that you lacked, make up for the Mother that both you and I had lost so unwillingly. I wish so many things, but what I wish the most is that you could have known Mother longer than you did. She was such a good, beautiful person like you had known before she died, but you didn't know her the way I had. I was blessed with six more years of life with her, but I also was cursed. You will never know how I am so cursed, I can't explain it. Maybe it's because I lost Mom, but you lost her too. Maybe it's because I had to move to Everwood, but you are here with me. Maybe it's because I couldn't get the girl of my dreams because she was committed to someone else, but now he's dead. But I still can't get her. And I know I never will. Maybe its because I have this malignant brain tumor that's inoperable, or because you are here in the hospital not hearing a damned word I'm saying!"
Ephram paused and I heard audible sobbing from her room. But he continued.
"No, no, you see, I'm not the one who's cursed. Dad is the one who is cursed with this suffering. You and me, Delia, we've had it pretty easy to that man we call Father. That man has sacrificed everything for us, you'll never know, and that's what I wish for me. I wish I had given my father the chances that I hadn't. I wish that I knew him better, that I could feel more for him than I already do. Delia, we are dying! And that man's healthy as a horse! And you know what? He is cursed because he'll be the only one left when we die! And he knows it!"
Something cold washed over me, something chilled me to the bone. It was Ephram's words that put me in perspective. He was right. I was cursed.
"Delia," he said, "I give the man all the props he deserves, I love the man. He's going through a lot right now. So why don't you make everything easier on everyone and wake up?"
Bam! Ephram was pleading with Delia to wake up! it hit me like a ton of sugar! I had thought that he had accepted the fact that she couldn't wake, but here he was trying to get to wake her. My heart went out to his pointless and uneffective action.
"Delia, you have to wake up! I can't die like this without having you to comfort me! to cheer me on! I need to die before you, Delia! It's my destiny! Don't leave me behind!"
Delia's POV
I thought that I felt someone's hand grasp mine and hold onto it for dear life. I thought that I heard someone's voice in the distance, egging me to open my eyes and wake up. I thought that I heard someone call my name. But it couldn't be him. I had overheard Daddy say that Ephram was probably going to die, so did he get hit by that car too? Why couldn't I just WAKE UP??
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