I raced to Columbia Hospital at full speed, running through red lights without caring about the consequences.
"Lord, please let him be alive... please... please."
I kept repeating it like it was a mantra, that the prayer would somehow protect my brother.
My mind couldn't comprehend that Elliot was shot and in critical condition.
This was happening all over again because of Tony's world.
I reached the hospital emergency entrance, and it was in chaos. There were ambulances and people everywhere.
I could see that Tony was already here. He was pacing in the waiting room, his face looking white and terrified.
"What happened?" I demanded.
"I don't know, the Police are still investigating. He's in surgery."
"How bad is it?"
"It's a gunshot wound. That's all they told me."
I couldn't breathe as I was still struggling to process all this.
Elliot, my baby brother. The only family I had before Tony.
Now shot because of me.
Because I loved the wrong man.
