“In the end, after they were all gang-raped, they were beaten to death.”
“I wish that would happen,” Jordan said.
“I don’t.” Everyone turned stunned looks on Ethan.
“What did you just say?” Alicia asked, not believing what she just heard.
“I don’t want them beaten to death. That would be taking the easy way out. I want them to suffer, just like I did,” Ethan said, bitterly. “I just wish I could go back in time and never meet Patrick.”
“There were some good times, weren’t there?” Alicia prompted.
“Looking back, I can see what a bastard he really was.” He scrubbed his hands over his face. “There’s an old saying, hindsight is twenty-twenty. I never understood it until now.”
“Oh, honey. I know you loved him. I’m so sorry things turned out the way that they did. If I had the power to take away your pain, I would. We all would. You’re our little brother and we love you, as does Jordan.” Alicia’s tears fell freely.
Alicia looked at the guys. They all looked haggard. “Why don’t you guys go get a cup of coffee? Y’all look like you need it.”
Chris nodded. “Good idea. I’ll bring you back a cup.”
They weren’t gone more than a few seconds when Alicia was shoved hard into the wall and slid to the floor, stunned. “What the hell are you doing here?” Ethan snarled.
Toby sneered at him. “I’m just bringing you a present from Patrick. He sends his regards. Oh, and by the way, we’re all out on bail except him. Here’s your present.” He produced a syringe and managed to inject it into his right arm. Within seconds, Ethan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. Toby bent down and whispered, “Sweet dreams, bitch!”
An automated voice announced throughout the hospital, “Code blue! Room 2117! Code blue! Room 2117!” Coming out of the elevator and seeing the commotion it suddenly dawned on them. “Fuck! That’s Ethan’s room!” Chris shouted as they began running towards Ethan’s room, coffee all but forgotten.
A nurse was helping a dazed Alicia into a wheelchair outside the room as the nurses and doctors worked on Ethan. “Alicia! Sis! What happened?” Troy asked, worried, glancing from her to Ethan’s room.
“It was Toby.” She whispered.
“It was Toby.” She whispered.
“That cock-sucker is a dead man!” Jordan said; his voice so calm that everyone shot him a nervous look. Having served in the military they all knew what he was capable of. Chris and Troy stepped in to block him from leaving. “Out. Of. My. Way.” He growled.
Chris shook his head. “Uh uh. Believe me, I know how you feel. I’ll let you have what’s left after I get through with him.”
“Get in line, little brother.” Troy jumped in, angrily.
Alicia was sufficiently revived to jump into the fray. “I suggest we wait and see if Ethan survives. If he does, we go to the cops. If he doesn’t, then we all tear that mother-fucker apart, piece by piece!”
A nurse ran out of the room, waving them off when they tried to stop her to find out was happening. After what felt like hours, a doctor came out and approached them. “Are you the Evans family?” When they nodded, he continued. “He’ll be okay. We don’t yet know what caused his cardiac arrest, but we’re running scans and blood tests.
“We should know more within a half hour. We’re going to monitor him closely, just as a precaution. A kid of his age and physical fitness should not have had a heart attack. In this day and age, it’s unheard of. I suggest you all try to eat something. I’m sure none of you want to leave, but you need to at least get a cup of coffee.
“Ms. Evans, we’re going to check you out to make sure you weren’t injured. It won’t take long.” He wheeled her into an exam room and helped her lay down on the table before running the MediScan device over her. After declaring her uninjured with the exception of a bump on the head he returned her to her brothers, giving her an analgesic injection for her headache.
“What have you got, Carolyn?” Doctor Phillips, the doctor who was taking care of Ethan asked the laboratory technician.
“Blood tests indicate a lethal level of hypoxonurine. It’s fast acting and deadly. I’m sorry, doctor. Has the family been notified yet? The cause of death has to be reported to the enforcers.”
“Luckily, that won’t be necessary. We were able to get to him in time and get him stabilized. He’ll recover.”
The look on Carolyn’s face was one of pure relief. She hated giving that kind of news and was grateful to the powers that be that this time it would be a happy ending.
Doctor Phillips met up with everyone in the cafeteria. “Sit. He’s going to be fine.” He sat at the table. “There’s good news and bad news. The good news is that we found out what he was given and he’s been treated for it. There won’t be any lasting effects, except for overall weakness, which will pass relatively quickly.
“The bad news is that this appears to be an attempt on his life. The enforcers have started an investigation. They’ll want to talk with all of you. Now, I assume you’ll want to see your brother? Come with me.” The doctor led them through a maze of hallways to a part of the hospital they hadn’t been in. “We’ve moved him to a different room and the staff has been instructed not to give out any information without my express permission.”
“Why? Do you think this might happen again?” Troy asked.
“I hope not, but we’re not going to take any chances.”
Red-faced with anger, Alicia said, “I know who it was. It was Toby Sims, the brother of Ethan’s initial assailant.”
Jordan stormed off.
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