i stare at my brother, waiting for him to say yes so we can get a move on. But instead he looks away from us and to the ground. A tear trickles down his face and he doesn't bother to wipe it off.
"Joseph?" I ask. He looks up at me slowly and I step back. No. My brother isn't crying salty tears, he's crying blood. I step back again and bump into Cal and turn my head to look away from him.
"I wanted to tell you sooner." He says, " The symptoms started last night. I-I'm not gonna make it another hour."
I turn back to look at him. Bloody tears drench all of his face. I start to cry. I rush over to him and rapidly try to wipe off the tears with my hands. He holds my arms, pushing me away. I fall to the ground and don't care to get back up. I'm sobbing now, I feel arms wrap around me but I can't tell who it is. All I can see is blurry blobs. Joseph is still ranting, saying how we can still find the cure. "For the others," he says, " find it for the others." I shake my head violently and push the arms away. I run out into the night just as my brother suddenly falls to the floor.
I run and run and run, my vision a blurry mess. I run till I can't run anymore and find myself at Brainbox's little inventor shack. I burst inside, startling a hard at work Brainbox, who instantly drops everything and holds me. I cry in his arms for what seems like infinity. He doesn't say or ask anything. He doesn't have too, he already knows.
Once I've finally calmed down or so to speak, gone completely numb, I tell BB about the healers suicide mission to find the cure. He's silent for a moment then says,
"I'll go too. There talking about the main branch in the public square library? The one with the lions?"
i give him a look, which surprises me that I can still do that.
"yeah....how'd you know that?"
before I could finish the last word, Brainbox starts to rant about some scientific junk.
"I've found an abstract in the tribe library, you know the really small one, called Bobst? Oh and I know what your goin to ask, an abstract is a scientific paper. You know we only have one library here in Washington Square. There's only an abstract listing in the Bobst. And, of course, the computers are dead. So I need to go to the main branch to find out what the whole article is about."
he says all this without stopping to take a breath. I look at him for a moment and reluctantly ask,
"what's the abstract about?"
"it's called 'The Risk of Waxelblatt Effects in Enilikoskotonic Agents."
i act excited, " well why didn't you say that in the first place!!"
Brainbox doesn't know what to do with this. There's really no point in bein ironic around him.
"Two hours here and back. Plus the stuff the Healers need." He says.
i rub my forehead,
" what does Enilikoskotonic mean, BB?"