The Cost of a Brother
Language: en
The day I died, the only sound in the hospital room was the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Stage four stomach cancer. I was down to 74 pounds. The nurse checked my emergency contacts three times. One number. Ethan. Relationship: Brother. The call went through. It rang eight times. "Sis, I'm in a meeting. Make it quick." I opened my mouth, but my throat felt like it was clogged with rust. "Ethan, sis... I don't think I'm going to make it." There was a two-second silence on the other end. "Which hospital? I'll have my assistant check on it." I'll have my assistant check on it. I…