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Beep.
Mike held Dave's hand. It felt warm, but so still.
Beep.
Mike stared blankly. He couldn’t bring himself to look at his brother’s face. At the red.
So much red.
Beep.
How? How had it happened? It was just supposed to have been a harmless prank. Not…
Beep.
Dave breathed. It sounded ragged, shallow. Did he know Mike was there?
He had to try.
Mike leaned forward. “...D-Dave? Can you hear me?”
No response.
“I-I don’t know if you can hear me...”
“...I’m so sorry.”
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—
Flatline.
No...
Mike squeezed his eyes shut. The first tears already slipped out.