Marcus didn’t look as bad as I thought. Sure, he was hooked up to several beeping machines, but he still looked like my fun-loving older brother. How I wished that I could do something, anything, to help him.
I sat down in the chair next to his bed. “Hey, Marcus,” I said, doing my best not to cry.
He smiled, that mischievous smile that always made me laugh. “I guess you were right. It did come back. How is it that you’re always right?”
I knew he wanted me to laugh, but all that came out was a weak chuckle. “I don’t know. This is one thing I wish I was completely wrong about.”
“I know. Where’d Mom go?”
I looked around.”I don’t know, wasn’t she here?”
I started to get up. “I’ll go find her.”
Something in his voice made me stop instantly. “What’s wrong?”
He sighed, staring at the picture on the wall. Then he looked at me and said, “Thank you for being such a fun, loving sister, Lindy. I know I wasn’t always easy to get along with, but you were always there.”
I took his hand, tears running down my face. “You’ve always been a great brother. Remember all those times we stayed up late playing games? And when you showed me how to make paper airplanes? And also when you would take me to the park after school. Do you know what’s so special about those memories? We were doing things. I will never forget all of the fun times we had.
Marcus squeezed my hand. “You forgot about the time that we got lost in the woods.”
“There was no we, that was all you.” I stopped, taking a deep breath. “I love you, Marcus. You’ve been such a great brother, and I’ll miss you so much.”
Marcus smiled and closed his eyes. “I love you too, Lindy.” And then he was gone.