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My brother wasn’t invited to the wedding. He wasn’t to show his face at the compound. My brother whom I’ve been keeping at arm’s length. Whom I haven’t yet forgiven for what he did to Mercedes. Who has been trying to rebuild bridges.
“He’s in critical condition. He came out of surgery just a couple of hours ago.”
“Couple of hours?”
“He took two bullets at close range before he managed to kill Douglas. The damage was… extensive. Surgery lasted about eleven hours.”
“Jesus Christ. Where is he? I want to see him.” I try to push off the bed, but the room spins, and two sets of hands push me back down.
“You need to rest, Judge. Your head—”
“A couple of stitches and a concussion I’ll survive. I want to see my brother. Take me to my brother.”
Santiago nods and leaves the room. Mercedes holds on to me, crying silent tears. And I know from that it’s not looking good for him.
Santiago reenters the room pushing a wheelchair, a nurse on his heels. “Sir, he isn’t ready to be moved.”
“Tell him that,” Santiago says.
Mercedes gets up, moves her chair out of the way and pushes the blanket off my thighs. I’m grateful to be wearing a hospital gown and a pair of pajama bottoms.
“Lois brought those for you,” she says. I would have put the top on too but—"
“It’s fine.” I squeeze her hand. “Thank you.”
Santiago looks at me disapprovingly but helps me sit up, which is an effort, then helps me into the chair, which he pushes as the nurse clicks her tongue, threatening to tell the doctor. Does she think any of us give a fuck?
Mercedes walks beside me, and I hold her hand, turning her wedding ring around and around, trying to understand what we did to deserve this as our punishment. This horror on our wedding day.
But I can live with that. I think she can too.
At the end of the hall, we turn into the private room where machines beep all around my brother, breathing for him, pumping his heart, monitoring every minuscule shift in him as he lies helpless on the bed, eyes closed, a tube taped to his mouth to give him breath.
I can live with the horror of that wedding day.
But what I can’t live with is my brother dying before I can tell him I forgive him and that I’m sorry I haven’t been the brother he needed for so long.
24
Judge
I am released later that night but only leave well after midnight, when I’m dead on my feet and can’t keep my eyes open. Still, Mercedes has to drag me out of my brother’s room.
When we get home, we find Lois waiting in the kitchen, and she hugs us both. It’s a little awkward for me, but Mercedes seems to give herself over to it. I realize how she has come to trust Lois. How their bond has grown.
She makes us eat a plate of food before she’ll let us go up to bed, which is probably a good thing, especially for Mercedes.
“How are you, really?” I ask Mercedes when we’re alone.
She reaches out to touch the side of my head where the hair is shaved, brushing a gentle finger across the stitches.
“I’m okay. We’re okay,” she says. She drinks the cup of orange juice, and a few moments later, she smiles a sad smile. She takes my hand and sets it on her stomach.
“Sugar rush,” I say as I feel the kicking of two sets of feet or hands. I don’t know which. “Does it hurt you?”
“No. I love it, actually.”
“It was supposed to be a beautiful night for you.”
