A groan leaves my lips when I open my eyes. The morning light is too strong and my throat feels so dry, it fucking hurts.

I decide to close my eyes for a second, the morning light being too much for me to handle. My hand moves to rub my eyes, but it feels so heavy, it's like something is holding onto it.

I open my eyes feeling irritated, my hand never feels heavy. My eyes move in the direction of my hands but what I find is something I did not expect.

An IV is connected to my hand with what seems to be fluids flowing through.

My eyes lift to look around the room, and I see the familiar white walls of the hospital. But this place looks different from the other rooms, this one has a lot of machines and I am connected to some of them.

I can see a heart monitor and an oxygen tank, no wonder my breathing seems forced.

My body feels weak but I still force myself to sit up, removing the oxygen mask from my face with the help of my free hand.

My hand freezes mid air when I see my bandaged wrist, the memories of last night come back to me.

I shake my head, trying to get the images out of my head. The oxygen mask drops from my hand as my parents' words start playing in my head.

"Shut the fuck up." I mutter to myself, my body shaking in anger. I remove the IV that is attached to my hand, removing the blanket from my body as well.

I try to stand up from the bed, wanting to get hold of something that can help me erase the memories and bad words that have been following me around for the past few years.

One of my legs comes in contact with the cold hard floor when a voice is heard in the room.

"Don't even think about it Diego," The very familiar voice says. " I don't need your ass getting killed in my presence, and most importantly, I don't need anyone coming for me just because of you." The voice gets closer and I finally see a pair of shoes in front of me.

My head slowly moves upwards, taking in the man's attire. The expensive custom made shoes, the trousers, the shirt and finally the face. A face I have not seen in a really long time, two weeks to be exact.

I feel happiness, shock, helplessness and curiosity as the man forces a smile in my direction.

"What are you doing here, Hunter?" I ask looking into the eyes of my brother, one of the people I love and care about.

"Is that how you welcome your brother back? With questions?" Hunter chuckles, pain evident in his voice."I thought you would be happy to see me. Maybe share a beer or cigar, like old times." Hunter moves to sit on the chair that is placed in front of me.

"I am happy to see you," I murmur looking into his eyes, my face lacking an expression like always. "I just never expected you. I am usually told when you come to visit me," I cough out as Hunter hands me a bottle of water, water that he always carries with him.

Hunter believes that anything can happen at anytime, so he carries a small bottle of water with him. He does not like asking people for water.

I finish drinking the water in less than a mintue, my throat and body feeling refreshed.

Hunter sits down after he makes sure I am alright and not in need of anything.

"I thought of surprising you, but I guess we are both surprised. I didn't expect to find you in this condition." I can hear the disappoinment in his voice, and I bow my head, not wanting to see the sadness on his face.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself," he says with a sigh. "I am tired of seeing you like this. You don't seem like the man I knew, you have become a shadow of my young brother." His voice cracks with each word that leaves his mouth, and I think he notices because he clears his throat a second later

"Can we not talk about it?" I ask as the images of yesterday come back to me. "Please,"

"No. We can't keep brushing it under the rug every single time," Hunter says with anger in his voice.

Annoyance fills my body when I see that he will not drop the conversation.

"Diego, this has been the fifth time in just six months. Your ass has even landed in ICU now," Hunter says standing back up, pacing infront of me. "You keep telling me to drop the conversation each time I bring it up. But enough is enough, I am tired of listening to you; we are talking about it right now. I can't see you be like this....a- a," Hunter stammers on his words as he breaths out in frustration.

I chuckle when I see this, knowing exactly what he wants to say. I shake my head at him, anger building up inside my body.

"A broken man." I chuckle as the words leave my mouth. "That's what you want to say, right?" I look at him when I ask, my black eyes meeting his brown eyes. Hunter does not say anything, though. He keeps looking at me with a pitiful look on his face.

"You know something I hate is pity, you should never look at me with pity. I know why you are here as well. You are here to tell me to seek help, ain't you? They sent you to tell me to seek therapy, right?" Hunter remains silent when I ask.

"Why can't you people fucking leave me alone, huh? Because I am so fucking tired of you guys. Those people are the reason that I am here, those guys helped me get in here and now they think I am too fucking broken to seek help?!" I question, my voice sounding loudly in the silent room. The heart monitor beeping loudly as well. But I do not pay any attention to it. "I am not broken, I just need to find myself. Tell those people that I am fine." I say, closing my eyes while taking deep breathes.

"I can't do that," I hear Hunter's voice say, making me raise my head at him.

"Why not?" I ask, annoyance in my voice.

"Because that's a lie." He states. "I know that you are my boss, but you are also my brother. I'm not going to let you suffer in this hellhole, when I know that I can help. Diego, I know that you want to be proven innocent. But I am tired of this; do you know how much it hurts me to see you like this? I keep receiving calls telling me that my brother, someone that I care and love is trying to leave me in this world alone. Do you know that I cry when I think about your condition? You don't, because I have to put up a facade everytime I am in your presence. I have to show you that I am strong and happy, because I know that me being sad will affect you. I love you and I just want you to be happy: and I want you to know that I have already spoken to the people here, you are coming with me whether you like it or not."

"You can't do that!" I shout, wanting to strangle him for making such a decision. "I didn't tell you to do such a thing."

"I didn't ask. I know how you are and I knew that you wouldn't agree. You almost died, you lost a lot of blood; and if that isn't enough, you kept losing your heartbeat as well. It's a miracle you are up and I am not taking anymore chances.... The police agreed that you are going to be on house arrest till your next visit to court, and I ain't going to change my mind."

I become furious when I hear this, ready to fight him over such a decision. But a knock is heard before I can open my mouth.

Siara and Bobby enter the room with fearful expressions on their faces. I swallow my anger when I see Siara's expression, not wanting to scare her.

I do not know why I do not want to scare her, but I know that I do not like whatever is stopping me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE.