ELIJAH'S POV
Room 314 was halfway down a corridor lined with identical doors. I knocked softly and pushed inside when no one answered.
Isaac lay in the hospital bed like a broken marionette. Bandages covered half his head. His left arm was wrapped from shoulder to fingertips. Tubes and wires connected him to machines that beeped and hummed around him.
He looked smaller than I remembered. Younger. Almost innocent.
I pulled the visitor's chair close to his bed and sat down.
"Hello, brother."
The machines kept their steady rhythm. Isaac's chest rose and fell with mechanical precision. His face was peaceful, like he was having pleasant dreams.
