I was sitting alone, which I've done most of the day due to people being afraid of my capabilities, guess they knew what 'I' did to Randy and his gang, as the same two cops that brought me here approached me. What did they want? Without a word, they led me out of the facility and to the awaiting squad car, placed me in the back seat, and began to drive off. Confused as hell I asked, "What's going on? Where are we going?" They then explained everything to me. I was flabbergasted, is Jeff okay? What about mom and dad? Why didn't they try to intervene? A million answerless thoughts swirled in my head as I rushed from the car to the hospital doors, sprinting to Jeff's room, passed my surprised parents, and directly to his bedside. The Jeff I knew lost his appearance I remember him well with; his brown hair was now scorned black, his skin pure white with red blotches, and his face was wrapped in numerous bandages. The cops who followed me in released me back into the custody of my parents since they now knew it was self-defense. Jeff being the prime example of just how terrible Randy and his gang were and what they had been capable of. As the cops and my parents talked, I leaned down to Jeff's bandaged ear and tried to talk to him, unsure whether or not he can hear me. "I'm sorry Jeffy, I wish I was there. I wish I could have tried to protect you maybe then this would've never happened." I saw his hand stir, trying for a thumbs up. I smiled, that's my brother.