Those last few days. No way of wrapping it pretty or pretending otherwise Rafa was dying. It wasn’t easy knowing death was around the corner. ” Hey hermano get the remote” he said, his voice still had that definitive tone but it was also raspy and cracking. I obeyed his command, I would’ve normally ignored his command however and just tell him to get up and get it but he was dying. Ma, on the other hand, was still feeling bad vibes from Pura and of course she was oblivious to it, she just kept smiling at Ma. Going back to Rafa who was still on the couch was watching TV with Pura, he wasn’t really sure of what do to with himself, it was pathetic. The room was dustier than usual, Ma hasn’t cleaned it since she knew Rafa was going to die. There was a bad aura circling the house. Ma looked up at the clock watching it slowly tick away just like Rafa’s life.
The next few days were more or less the same. Rafa was lounging about on the couch with Pura (Rafa hasn’t even washed yet) Pura was oblivious to Ma’s scrutiny, Ma kept looking at the clock and I was obeying Rafa’s every command. Ma had also started praying even more than usual. But for what? for Rafa to live? I didn’t really think about it though I didn’t care. As I made my way back up to my room I saw Rafa known bed sheets I could smell it from the stairs. But before I could make it to my room I heard an ear piercing scream and a huge thud. I turned around and went back down the stairs to see Rafa motionless on the floor, his face was pale as snow and his skinny frame crooked (makes you wonder how he made such a loud thud on the floor.) “Pura why didn’t you call me for help?” I asked angrily “I don’t know he said he was fine then he just fell” Pura was still speaking but I blocked her out, she wasn’t the concern right now; it was Rafa. Ma must’ve heard the shouting because she came downstairs with the keys to the Monarch (I really don’t know how she got them) “Yunior get Rafa in the car”.
Ma was driving like a mad woman, swerving round bends way past the speeding limit and causing fellow drivers to shout in anger. All of this was bringing back my car sickness. Seeing as I haven’t been in a car for ages I didn’t know what the feeling was like. “Don’t throw up on me hermano” my brother warned me. I was going to say something back but I felt the sensation so I kept my response to myself. Speaking of throwing up Rafa looked like he was. And he did. The smell was lingering everywhere; it was horrible. “Can’t you it in Rafa?” I asked “Shut it Yunior” Rafa retorted.
We had made it to the hospital. Pura (who had managed to keep quiet the whole time) helped Rafa out of the car, Ma got in first and called for a doctor. I, however, wasn’t really bothered and lingered at the back. When I finally entered the hospital nurses surrounded Rafa forcing Ma and Pura to move back. One nurse felt Rafa’s head and jumped back, blowing her hand to cool it down. Rafa’s eyes were fluttering around, fading in and out of consciousness. It sent a chilling sensation down my spine just like when Rafa used to pour cold water down my back when we lived in Santa Domingo. I was getting really worried now. Pura was crying her eyes out. Ma was praying, I could see some spit fly from her mouth. There really wasn’t anything we could do but stand there and watch the situation get even worse . It was like you was stuck in a cage with the keys to escape but you couldn’t fit the lock.
Ma was crying, swearing for help, begging the nurse to somehow save Rafa from death. It was hectic, everyone had just seemed to crowd over our area. I felt myself being squashed in and during that mess I had found myself next to Pura. She grabbed my hand and started squeezing it. She then hugged me hard squeezing herself against me. Rafa must’ve seen this because he motioned toward me to get off Pura. The nurse had now been joined by two seemingly senior doctors, they looked like that anyway. But it didn’t help at all because next thing I knew Rafa was going into cardiac arrest…
There was silence and the TV wasn’t on and Ma was crying. She had put some candles out for a particular someone. “Yunior get some tortillas from the fridge.” I questioned her but she refused to answer so I just obeyed. We had got home an hour ago and in that hour the groove that was usually on the the chair had disappeared. I couldn’t remember who would normally sit there because of all the weed I had been smoking. Pura had an arm for an invisible figure. But one thing i knew was missing was Ma’s prayers. It was time for a prayer but she wouldn’t do it. But that didn’t explain the candles either.

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