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"Magenta! What's wrong?" Columbia bellowed as she came up the stairs,
"It's Riff, he's collapsed on the floor!" I replied with tears pooling in my eyes, "Help me put him in the transducer, we have to get him to the hospital." Columbia and I carried Riff with extreme care to the transducer and lay him down in there. I had never worked the transducer before, so I did exactly what Riff did every time, pressed a combination of buttons and pulled the large leaver, with a flicker of light and a puff of smoke we arrived in the hospital's transducer.
"Someone? We need help!" Columbia called, hoping a professional would come to our assistance; a nurse and a bunch of doctors came running over armed with a hospital bed. The doctors hoisted my brother onto the bed and rushed him away; I was so scared for him, hoping that he'd be ok. For the first time in my life I felt so venerable, I was in Columbia's arms, crying hysterically.
"Excuse me?" asked the nurse; I looked up, "What is his name? Are you immediate family?" Columbia looked at me, and then back at the nurse, replying for me she said,
"His name is Riff Raff. This is his sister Magenta, she's the only family he has, and I'm a good friend."
"Ok. You can both come then." The nurse didn't seem the slightest bit phased by our emergency, I guess she sees these things everyday and gets used to them. The nurse, Columbia and I walked to the small waiting room outside the emergency room and sat down. Columbia was shushing me and saying that everything was ok, what would she know, she isn't a nurse. Anything could happen to my dear brother, he could be fine, he could be dead for all I know, I shivered at the thought and tears fell faster from my eyes.
The next hour's wait was absolutely agonizing; I just wish I knew what was happening, what they were doing with Riff. Finally a doctor walked out of the ER, looking at me sympathetically he pulled himself up a chair.
"Are you Magenta?" He inquired,
"Yes." I croaked, I despised people seeing me like this I was such a mess. The doctor looked down at his clipboard,
"You brother is fine for the moment. We ran a few tests and found that he has a rare condition, it is possibly terminal, but we won't know until we do more tests." I was speechless, paralysed with shock; I was too exhausted to cry. I rested my head on Columbia's shoulder and finally asked the doctor a question,
"C-can I see him?"
"Of course. Follow me." The doctor led us to a corridor with many doors and eventually opened a door and held it open for me. Riff was lying on the bed, looking extremely weak. I looked into his eyes and froze, I could tell exactly what he was thinking; that he was so happy to see me. I went and sat on the provided chair next to the bed, Riff took my hand and whispered,
"Magenta. No matter what happens, I love you." I thought I was too exhausted to cry, obviously not. I managed to get out a small 'I love you' but that was all I could manage, you'd think that I was the sick one judging by my state.