Beautiful Harmony

Andrew

No!

My brother couldn’t be dead. It was impossible! It wasn’t happening!

The heartbeat monitor went on a long beep again.

I stared blankly at my mum wailing uncontrollably on the floor of Sawyer memorial. My dad had severally tried to scrub in and join the other surgeons in the theater, but the nurses and the social worker kept him away.

“That’s my son in there,” he would croak out, trying hard to contain his emotions.

“Sir, we know, but you can’t go in there. Please try to be calm.”

They didn’t want to handle him roughly because, well, he’s their boss. They had the theater locked up and blocked the door with their bodies as if he was going to break the door open and enter.

When it went on for quite some time, I had to intervene. I moved over to where they were struggling with my dad and grabbed dad by the shoulders.

Dad almost jabbed me with the back of his elbow to ward the new intruder off if he hadn’t seen me on time.

“Andrew… your brother… he’s in there…” he repor