My hands shake as I take out my phone and dial a number. I press it to my ear, and the line doesn’t even fucking ring. My brother’s cell just shuts off. Not him too. I can’t lose these two people today. I can handle a lot of fucking shit, but not this. I don’t know how to handle this. I shoot up from the chair, and I dial the number again, my hand on my head. Both nurses watch me with even more concern. “I have to find my brother,” I say aloud, my heart pounding. “Let me show you to the bathroom,” Margery says. “You can wash your hands—” “I have to find my little brother,” I say with the
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