“No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s about your brother.”
Now, I was even more confused.
“What about my brother, and how do you even know him?”
“Sincere asked me to perform an autopsy on him. Didn’t he tell you?”
As he said that, I instantly remembered what Sincere told me at my brother’s funeral.
“Yeah, he did,” I explained, and the doctor nodded.
“I’m sorry it has taken me this long to get back to you, but once Sincere’s health started getting worse, that became a priority, but I just remembered after seeing you in his room.”
I nodded because I understood that. My brother had already passed, so it was a priority to help Sincere.
The doctor looked around the hallway, seemingly to make sure that we were still alone before he continued.
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but your brother died from cardiac arrest, not the bullet wound.”
He said something I wasn’t expecting!
“I’m sorry, what?”
His heart was the cause of death.
The doctor nodded.
“He had lost a lot of blood by the time he arrived, but that wasn’t what killed him. Now, Sincere suspected that he was poisoned, but nothing except alcohol was found in his system.”
I was hearing what he was saying, but I was still stuck on the fact that it wasn’t the gunshot that took his life. My brother was healthy as fuck—even more than me, and he damn sure didn’t have any heart problems like that.
It wasn’t making any sense.
“However, I believe that he was poisoned because inside of his mouth was purple with white patches, indicating it wasdefinitely something he consumed, but whatever it was, was untraceable,” he said, giving me a sympathetic look.
I knew he thought that his words were comforting to me, but they actually had the opposite effect. It did nothing but make all types of deadly thoughts flow through my mind because who the fuck poisoned my fucking brother!
I wasn’t sure how the hell I managed to drive home because my mind had been in a daze since I walked out of the hospital. The doctor’s words haunted me and left me feeling more guilty than before, knowing that someone was able to get close enough to my brother to poison him right in my face.
I kept going over that night, wondering if I missed it somehow, but I had to because the doctor had the proof.
“He personally ordered those bottles,” I said to myself. “And if those were poisoned, how come nobody else was?”
It just wasn’t making any sense.
I sat there for a few seconds just puzzled, lost, and confused. Poisoning was a whole different playing field. That meant someone did that shit on purpose just to kill him. My mind couldn’t comprehend it.
I stumbled out of my car and up to my front door. Today’s events weighed heavily on me, and as of now, the two people I would have gone to about it have both left me. I knew without even asking, that Sincere would have had the right words to say to me, but I was never given that chance.
It was paining me to know that not one, but two people had left me alone in a matter of months.
As I turned the key and unlocked the door, the smell of my wife’s perfume hit me, giving me an instant calm feeling. God didHis big one with sending this woman into my life. I met her at the time I wasn’t even paying attention, but I needed her more than I ever knew.
When I entered the house, I found her in the kitchen, pacing, looking worried. I knew right then that she was worrying about me.
She suddenly turned to look at me and rushed my way.
“I was just about to come to the hospital to find you. I was so worried!” she said into my neck. I kissed the top of her forehead and wrapped her in my arms. We stood there shedding tears together over Sincere. He would definitely be missed.
