Karl
I’m standing outside of my brother’s room, my hand lingering in front of the doorknob. This is it. After years of being in a coma, my brother is finally awake. I take a deep breath and push the door open.
And there he is, sitting up in bed.
“Ethan,” I breathe, my voice catching in my throat.
He turns to look at me, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. Then, without a word, I rush forward and hug him tightly. Neither of us lets go for the longest time.
“Karl,” he croaks, his voice still hoarse from years of not being used. “It’s good to finally see you, little brother.”
I pull away and look up at him, holding his shoulders in both hands. He’s thinner now than he was before, but he’s still my brother. His eyes are the same, filled with that same light that they always we
