The voice of Hector was different, very different. It was low, and it was laced with something that James knew, it only means one thing, the thing he was scared of, that he lost another one close to him.
"Say it." James said as his pulse quickened, as his breath became shallow. He was ready for it, he was ready to hear it.
"He didn't wake up after the surgery, James. The machines are the only thing keeping him alive."
Silence again, his grip on the phone became more firm as he closed his eyes. There was no fucking way that Ferucci was this fucked up, no, no way that it was the Ferucci who never gave up on anything, and now he gave up on his life?
"He's on life support, but there's still brain activity. There's still hope, James." Hector's voice came again through the phone, still laced with uncertainty, but this time his voice was firmer. Because he knew very well how this is going to impact James himself, how it is going to impact the family itself.
