With trembling steps and a shivering body, Dr. Murphy led Jimmy and Garry through the cold, sterile corridors of the hospital. Every step was a nightmare for the doctor, his nerves shredded by the looming storm that followed him. Jimmy’s question echoed in his mind, but the fear of answering it honestly weighed him down.
His voice caught in his throat, afraid that one wrong word could end with a bullet in his skull. These men they weren’t just dangerous. They were deadly in a way he had never known.
Dr. Murphy still couldn’t believe it. These were the same people that presidents needed appointments to meet, men who had the world’s most powerful figures trembling in their boots. And yet here they were, for Lucian not for a deal, not for power, but because of a single phone call. And looking at their faces… it was clear that Lucian wasn’t just some acquaintance.
No, they were connected perhaps even closer than family.
Jimmy and Garry hadn’t spoken since they entered the hospital. Their silence was louder than any shout, their steps deliberate, their energy suffocating. Tension hung in the air, thick like smoke, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
As Dr. Murphy turned the corner, his steps faltered. His gaze fell on the familiar door of the hospital’s morgue, and his heart stopped for a moment. The truth sat behind that door, and he knew the moment he opened it, there would be no turning back. His body stiffened, fear creeping into every pore.
He had already told them on the phone that Lucian was dead, but he still feared the eruption that would come when they saw it with their own eyes.
Each step Jimmy took behind him was heavier than the last. His heart thumped against his chest, the weight of dread pressing him down. He knew, deep down, what was coming. The doctor’s words had already shattered part of his heart, but a tiny fragment of hope clung to life, whispering that maybe just maybe it wasn’t true. Maybe Lucian wasn’t dead. Maybe this was all a cruel mistake.
But every step closer to the morgue crushed that hope, suffocating it until all that was left was fear.
“Please, God. No… please…” Jimmy whispered inside his head, his usual defiance toward fate crumbling. He had never believed in prayer, never put his faith in any higher power. But now, in this moment of desperation, he prayed like a man drowning in despair. The person who once cursed the heavens was now on his knees in his mind, begging for mercy.
Dr. Murphy’s hand reached out, shaking as he grasped the cold metal handle. He hesitated, feeling the weight of the world behind him. For a moment, he closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them, this nightmare would have dissolved. But it didn’t. It only grew heavier.
Slowly, painfully, he pushed the door open, its hinges creaking under the strain.
Jimmy followed, his breath catching in his throat as the door swung open. The morgue was dimly lit, the sterile white walls almost blinding in contrast to the suffocating heaviness in his chest. Rows of bodies, each covered with white sheets, lined the room. The sight of them twisted Jimmy’s gut, but his eyes stayed locked on Dr. Murphy. There was no turning back now.
Garry, walking beside Jimmy, was equally confused. Jimmy had told him something had happened to Lucky, but he hadn’t given any details. Garry’s confusion had turned into dread, and now, as they entered the morgue, that dread curdled into fear. He had thought maybe Lucian had been hurt or was in some kind of accident.
But as his eyes scanned the rows of covered bodies, the sinking feeling in his chest deepened. Lucian’s face was about to reveal the unthinkable.
“No… no, no, no, no…” Garry whispered to himself as he began to tremble. His worst fears were bubbling to the surface. His head turned toward Jimmy, whose expression was no better. His best friend his brother was lying somewhere in this cold, sterile room. Dead.
Dr. Murphy stopped in front of a particular bed, the one Lucian’s body lay on. His hand, still trembling, reached for the edge of the white sheet that covered Lucian’s face. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Jimmy and Garry’s faces, their trembling hands, their bloodshot eyes glued to the body before them. Their fear was palpable, and Murphy could feel the weight of their grief before it even hit.
With a heavy breath, one that felt as though it might be his last, Dr. Murphy slowly peeled back the white cloth. Lucian’s face came into view pale, still, lifeless. The once vibrant man was gone, and in his place was a cold shell of what had once been.
The room went deathly silent, the weight of the moment suffocating everyone present.
Garry let out a heart-wrenching scream, a raw, guttural sound that echoed through the cold, sterile room. “No! No, no, no, no!” he cried, his body moving on instinct as he rushed forward. He shoved the doctor aside, dropping to his knees beside Lucian’s lifeless body. His hands shook as he touched Lucian’s cold skin, searching for any sign of life anything to prove that this wasn’t real.
“Please, no… not him… no, not him,” Garry sobbed, his voice cracking as the tears began to pour down his face. His entire body trembled as he held Lucian’s hand, desperate for a heartbeat that wasn’t there. The grief hit him like a tidal wave, drowning him in pain so deep he could barely breathe.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Garry’s scream filled the room once more, his tears flowing freely as he buried his face into Lucian’s chest. “What will we do without him? What will we f**king do?” His cries were loud, unfiltered, the kind of sobs that tore a person apart from the inside.
In an instant, his grief turned to fury. His head snapped toward Dr. Murphy, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with a fire that could burn the world. “Who did this? Who the f**k did this?! Tell me, and I’ll burn them!
I’ll burn their entire country to the ground!” Garry’s voice was unrecognizable, wild with rage. His trembling hands clenched around Lucian’s body, and his voice broke as the anger choked him. “Tell me who killed him! I swear to God, I’ll kill them all!”
Dr. Murphy’s heart skipped a beat, his body instinctively stepping back as Garry’s fury lashed out like a whip. The doctor’s hands shook uncontrollably, his fear making him stammer. “N-no… no one did this to him,” Murphy managed to choke out. “He… he chose this. Lucian… gave his life.
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Garry’s sobs resumed, the anger fading back into pure, agonizing grief. He held onto Lucian, shaking his head as if denying reality could somehow bring his friend back. “Why… why would you do this…?” he whispered through his tears, his voice hoarse.
While Garry collapsed into his sorrow, Jimmy hadn’t moved. He stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide, silent tears streaming down his face. His body shook, his hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles had turned white. But he didn’t cry out. He didn’t scream. He simply stood there, staring at Lucian’s cold body, as if willing his friend to wake up.
But Lucian was gone, and no amount of willpower could change that.
Then, without warning, Jimmy snapped. His body moved in a blur as he strode forward, grabbing Lucian by the collar of his hospital gown. He yanked his friend’s lifeless body up and, with trembling hands, slapped Lucian across the face.
“What the f**k, huh?!” Jimmy screamed, his voice cracking. “Did you think this was some grand gesture? You think this is something to be proud of?!” He slapped Lucian again, harder this time. His tears fell harder, his body shaking with the force of his anger and sorrow.
“You always said no one loved you! But what about us, huh?! What about us?! Didn’t we love you enough?! Weren’t we always there for you?!” Jimmy’s voice shattered, raw and broken, as he slapped Lucian’s still face again. His own body trembled with every word, his heart tearing apart.
“And this is what you do to us?!” Another slap. “You give your heart to someone who didn’t even care about you! What about us?! What about the people who stood by you for eight, nine f**king years?! What about us?!”
Jimmy’s voice broke completely, his sobs escaping as he shook Lucian’s body in desperation. “You’re gone now… and
“You’re gone now… and we’re the ones left behind, picking up the pieces. You think Avey’s gonna care? You think she’ll even know what you did for her?” Jimmy’s voice cracked as he pulled Lucian’s body closer, his hands gripping the lifeless shoulders as though shaking him could somehow bring him back. “You think your sacrifice is gonna change anything?!”
His tears fell uncontrollably, his breath hitching, as he continued. “You were so damn focused on love… but what about the love we gave you?! What about the times we stood by you, through every damn thing, even when the world turned its back on you?!
And this… this is how you repay us?” He let out a sob that tore through the room, his shoulders shaking, as the weight of his grief became too much to bear.
Garry, still kneeling by Lucian’s side, could barely lift his head. Tears flowed freely down his face, his hands clutching Lucian’s cold arm. His body was wracked with sobs, but unlike Jimmy, he couldn’t express his grief in rage. It was a deep, hollow pain that radiated through his very soul. “Lucky… why did you leave us like this?” His voice was broken, barely above a whisper.
“What were we supposed to do without you, huh?”
The room was thick with sorrow, the only sound the echo of their grief. The cold air of the morgue clung to them, suffocating them under the crushing reality that Lucian was gone. The stillness of his body was undeniable proof that no matter how hard they screamed, no matter how much they loved him, he would never answer them again.
Jimmy let out a final roar of frustration, pulling Lucian’s body into his chest and holding him there, tears staining the hospital gown. “You didn’t have to do this, you f**king idiot!” he yelled, his voice muffled as he pressed his face against his friend’s shoulder. “We loved you. We were enough. We would have been enough…”
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