“Oh. Yeah. It is.”
“Excuse me sir. Are you saying the situation is resolved?”
“Casey, yo,” Brandon’s voice cut through the door again.
“Uh, yeah. I guess. It’s just my friend.”
“Sir, I need confirmation.”
“Yes. It is resolved.”
The line cut out.
“Hold on a second man.”
My heart started rolling down to a steady pace. The newly-formed sweat upon my skin started to dry. The fog of confusion in my brain was hit with a sunny beam of relief. I walked over to the door. Pushed the dresser back out of the way.
I opened up the door to see the hungover young face of Brandon looking back at me in a tight squint.
“Hey man. I’m sorry.”
“Hey.”
Something was off about Brandon. His entire body shuddering. His arm crooked around his belly. He stood at a slight crimp as if he was about to give birth or had to take a shit really bad.
“Are you awake ye…
Brandon fell over on his side with a high-pitched squeak which sounded like the one a mouse would give out when attacked.
I looked down at his crumpled torso to see a deep, wet, stain spreading out from his side. He coughed and gargled on the floor in front of the door.
The sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway to the left of me distracted me from Brandon’s dying form.
