Nikita

"What if—" mama asks and papa doesn't let her finish her sentence. Instead, he tells her they need to start planning on how they will allocate the tests and where they need to start from. Of course, they are definitely going to start from the brain tumor wards.

I hope it works though because we all need it to work, even though time is a key factor that separates us. The video plays the empty laboratory for what seems like twelve hours, and yes, I'm forwarding it.

I can't watch an empty lab just in case because there really is nothing here. Fast forward twelve hours of footage later, my parents come back to the lab, happy that their work really came through this time.

They plan on how they will convince yuri to show up and get the viral injection. I hear them contemplate on whether they should inject him while he's sleeping to avoid him having a fit, but what is there, right?

Yuri and hospitals hate each other, and Yuri and needles are sworn enemies knowing someone poked his skiing always made him feel violated and he would read the doctors several rules of law that they had violated whenever they injected him.

He was a stubborn man, but he was my brother. In the video, my parents set up the vials containing the iris in the fridge and leave, happy that they have made a breakthrough for the sake of their son.

I don't see what happens clearly in the next few hours but I notice someone gets into the lab and steals all the viles that my parents worked on like they didn't just spend thirteen years of research finalizing it.

The virus my parents developed is not to cure cancer but it's meant to suppress the cancerous cells, allowing the victim to live longer. The bastard in the video just sentences my brother to five more years before death and this is something I take lightly.

the rest of the video plays as expected with my parent worried sick for Yuri and them blaming themselves for not doing their research at home, but then they wouldn't have had ready patines to test the virus on.

I watch my mama cry her heart out before she receives a call that makes her shut up and look up to pa worriedly. Just like that the video ends. 

Back to my pathetic state in the office, I resume packing, taking all of my research with me, and the memory card for more review. It sucks that I have to leave the hospital, but it's not like I have an option today.

Dejectedly, I make my way out of my office, locking the door before taking the stairs. I can't let the children see my dejected face right now. I look like I'm being fired but who could blame anyone for thinking that way?

That just explains how hopeless I am.

Whatever is happening in my life makes me feel like I'm the worst brother and son and best friend of all time. But this time I don't care.

My main focus is on finding out whether the files that were stolen were the reason my parents' plane crashed a few hours away from the Russian mountains or not.

I need to know why Raisa was shot in the head and I need to know who did it, because like it or not, I have always believed in returning the favors, and this one, I'll return it tenfold. I just need to know the specifics ad when I get them, we will play.

As I walk past the reception of the hospital, my heart breaks. Maggie is not there to see me off. I don't know what I was expecting, but her not being there was certainly not it. The woman had been my support system since I can't even recall.

I wonder if he will miss me or not. I know I've just been given a forced break, but I wished they would let me stay. I need to stay here and now more. The people behind this have already killed two innocent people.

I don't want the hospital to come under scrutiny for the counts of deaths because of me.

The televisions in the hospitals are muted, but my face is still plaster there like I was lost or something. I want to tell them to fuċk off but that will only add fuel to the fie which I'm very sure the fuċkɨnġ media are up for any time.

I want to tell myself that this is promotional, but what is ever promotional when my family is being advertised lek they have been found when only the ashes were found at the crash site. I hate what they are doing, but I can't do anything now, can I?

I smile at the guard at the entrance, and he smiles worriedly at me. I look like shit, well technically I look like what I've been looking like in the past six months, but it doesn't really matter at the moment.

As I make the last step outside the hospital and head to the parking lot, I'm tempted to go back here and ask the darn director to take me back. I know she won't budge, but maybe it's worth a shot. I put my stuff in my G-wagon and make a move to get back to the hospital when my phone rings.

What a timing. Without looking at the caller ID I answer the call. It's what I've been doing since the accident because suddenly everyone cares about the mighty Pavlenko family. Everyone is worried that the stock market might plummet with this scandal.

To them it's a scandal, to me, it's a family. Defeated, I wait for the caller to talk, but they don't. I take a look at the phone, to confirm whether I have finally gone nuts or not, but the call is truly connected.

"Hello," I say irritatedly. Maybe this is one of the reporters who has no idea what privacy is. Some people who need schooling wonder what they learned in media school. Anyway, the person on the other end doesn't speak, but when they do, my heart literally skips a beat.

"Hello, I hear you're looking for me, young Pavlenko," the voice says and I can only think of one thing, how to get away with murder.