Without wasting a second, I rushed to my car and dialed my wife’s number, desperately hoping for an answer. But there was no response. In a state of urgency, I dialed 911 while my mind raced with worry. The drive back home felt like an eternity, filled with unsettling thoughts. As I arrived at the house, my heart sank when I saw the flashing lights of a police car in our driveway. Without hesitation, I stormed into the house, followed closely by the police officers. The anguished cries of my wife echoed through the corridors as I frantically searched for her.

But what I found in our bedroom was beyond belief. It wasn’t my wife, but my brother lying on the floor, anguish etched on his face. My wife, with a pale and frightened expression, was by his side, trying to provide comfort. Confusion and concern swept over me as I demanded an explanation for what had transpired.

In the chaos, paramedics arrived, taking charge of the situation. Helpless, I watched as they assessed my brother’s condition. My mind whirled with questions – why was my brother here? Why were they in our bedroom? But amidst the commotion, my wife explained that my brother had been going through a difficult time, and in his distress, he didn’t want to disturb me at work, hence the choice of our bedroom for their conversation.
ne undiagnosed. The doctors assured us that with proper treatment and care, he would recover.