Arianna
I cry, draped over my brother’s body for several minutes before Nate touches my back.
“Ari,” He whispers.
“Leave me,” I sniffle as my tears fall. I had just gotten my brother back, and now he is gone.
“Ari, they need to, “Nate trails off.
I nod and let Nate lift me from Brockton’s bed. I fall into his strong arms as he lets me sob some more. His hand on my back comforts me. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“I am here for you, Arianna, forever,” He whispers.
I glance to see my brother has been covered by a sheet while the doctor is on the phone, no doubt calling in the coroner.
“We have to take him to the morgue,” Dr. Jones states.
“Let’s leave them to their work,” Nate says.
“Okay,” I whisper as he walks me out of Brockton’s room.
“Is he gone?” Nate’s mother runs up with his fa
