BATIM Mafia Leader Short Stories

Losing a Friend

Beginning this book to express my ideas about the BATIM Mob AU.  Hope you guys like it!  This is not cannon to the AU, it's just ideas I had.
Please don't bash me because it's not cannon, I warned you in the beginning. 
Feel free to tell me any grammar or spelling errors!! I will gladly fix them!

This chapter is inspired by the song above.

!Warning!: sad themes!!
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I was working at my work desk like any other normal day. My head looked up from the papers as I heard the maid knock on my door and exclaim that dinner is ready. I stood up with a shaky sigh and began to walk out of my room.

I had a feeling in my chest that I couldn't pinpoint. It felt like I was sinking into the ground. The luminous feeling followed me as I tiredly walked down the intricate designed staircase, my hand gliding off the solid gold reeling as I hopped off the last step. I took a deep breath. The smell of steak filled the air. A small smile creeped to my lips as I slowly walked to the kitchen. Boris was already sitting at the table with Sammy and Avelle. The smile on my face widened as I took my seat.

We all ate with smiles on our faces, accept for Boris. He seemed to have a loss of appetite. "You okay?" I asked my brother. He looked up at me, his plate still full even though we all have been eating for a half hour. "Yeah, just don't feel well is all," he exclaimed, "I'm going to head to my room, goodnight." The feeling in my chest grew heavier. I watched him stumble into the living room heaving through his lungs. He had a cough for about a week now. I told him to go to the doctor, but he refused. I slowly shook my head as I looked down at my desert. 'Something is wrong,' I thought to myself.

Suddenly I heard a loud crash. My head shot up as I looked in the direction of the noise. Boris had fallen into the glass coffee table. I scrambled to my feet as I ran over to my brother. "BORIS WAKE UP PLEASE!!!" I shook his weak figure. I fell to my knees and rested his torso on my lap. I began to panic, tears taunting my eyes. I scrambled for my phone to ring Moon Man so he can pitch us a ride to the nearest emergency room. I frantically dialed his number, waiting for him to pick up.

Boris opened his eyes slightly. He raised a weak hand to my cheek and wiped my inky tears away. I looked at him. "Stay with me Boris, you can't leave," I spoke. Moon finally picked up with a satisfying, "hello?" "Moon, get here quick," I said with a tone of seriousness in my wavering voice. "What happened?" He asked as I heard him search for the keys to his limo. "I will explain later."

I heaved Boris into the back of the limo laying him down on the seats. "Keep your eyes open, please Boris," I begged. Moon ran to the drivers seat, swinging open the large door. He climbed in and stared the limo giving it no time to warm up.  We zoomed down the street hitting bumps and holes on the way. I pet Boris's head. "It's going to be okay."

The ride felt like an eternity, even though it most likely took a mere 5 minutes. Arriving at the hospital was terrifying. 'What is happening with my brother and why is he sick like this?' I thought to myself as the limo came to a stop. I scooped Boris up once more and rushed out of the vehicle into the emergency room. The doctors and nurses rushed to save my brother. They put him on a ventilator and gave him some Epinephrine, or adrenaline.

The nurses began to move his bed(with him still on it) to a different section of the hospital. I ran up to Boris and grabbed his hand. I had never been so terrified in my life. "Breathe! Keep breathing!" I yelled. My tears had faded away over time but they started to prick my crimson eyes once again. He slowly looked over to me, the ventilator huffing and puffing as he moved.

I whispered to him, "please brother... I can't do this alone." The mafia needed him to stabilize itself. Without him, it would crumble to the ground. He was my right hand man. He can't leave me.

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A couple days have passed and Boris hasn't gotten any better.  I haven't left the hospital since we arrived.  I paid the security guards copious amounts of cash to do so. I could not leave my brother, not when he is in this state.  I looked up as I heard a knock on the door.  "Come in," I responded.  Sammy walked in with his guitar.  I have him a grateful smile.  "You came to visit?" I asked the blonde haired man.  He chuckled.  "I thought that a song could cheer you and Boris up," he explained as he sat down on one of the chairs around the room.  Boris opened his tired eyes and looked at the man.  He smiled, but we couldn't see because it was blocked by the ventilator. 

"Go on then," I said while smiling and sitting up in my chair.   He strummed his guitar and began to sing a tune him and Boris wrote years ago.  The melody was beautiful.  It could make anyone melt just by listening.  The feeling in my chest grew increasingly large as time went by.  It sent a chill down my spine.  I began to space out as Sammy played the beautiful song. 

In the middle of the song, Sammy had gotten interrupted by Boris.  He pointed up at the ceiling.  "It's beautiful," he managed to squeak out.  I snapped out of my daze and looked over at my brother.  I stood up and looked him in the eyes.  He was fading away.  His eyes slowly closed as his arm limply fell onto the bed.  I looked up at the heart monitor above his head.  It began to beep faster and faster until it came to a constant tone .  I froze.  The sound of the monitor sent daggers through my heart.

I screamed in agony.  Doctors rushed in as I was ushered out of the room by security.  I wouldn't stop screaming.  I kicked and punched at the guards.  "I NEED TO BE IN THERE!!!" I reamed out.  "I'm sorry sir, but that is against hospital guidelines," one of the men said.  I sobbed and gave up fighting.  "May I at least watch through the window..?" I whimpered out.  One of the guards sighed and guided me to the window to my brother's room room.  I put my hand up against it.  I could faintly hear the doctor talking. 

"Clear!" he yelled as he placed the defibrillator on my brothers chest.  Boris's body jerked and flung up in the air.  No luck.  They tried again.  My brother still didn't awaken.  The nurses looked at each other with a face full of sadness.  The doctor sighed and put the defibrillator back in its place. 

I banged my fist on the glass.  "NO!! THEY NEED TO TRY AGAIN!!!" I yelled.  "HE MEEDS TO WAKE UP!!!"  Tears streamed down my face as I spoke.  I felt a hand place itself on my shoulder.  "Benicio, he's gone..." I heard Sammy whisper behind me. 

I couldn't accept this.  My brain fumbled to come up with an explanation why. 

Why did he have to leave me....?

I can't do this alone.....

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WELL THAT WAS DEPRESSING.
Sorry about that.

Word count: 1226!!