It was a normal night, we went to bed a little earlier than usual. Xavier (my brother) felt a little bit sick that day. We really hadn't though much about it, probably just a cold.
I woke up starving, dying of dehydration. I decided to get out of bed to get water from the kitchen. The water was cold as it slid down my throat.
I had finished my water, as I was putting my glass in the sink I could hear Xavier from upstairs. My feet pounded against the stairs, as I ran up them hearing my brother call out for me.
I got upstairs to see my brother gasping for air, trying to tell me what was wrong. I was young at the time, I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I got my grandmother who was sleeping in the other room.
My grandmother called my mom right away. She helped to calm him down and slow his breathing, until my mother could come home. I could see the pure panic in her face, she looked like she was about to cry.
My mom took Xavier to the hospital, and my grandmother went back to bed. I tried to sleep but I couldn't, I lied in bed thinking the rest of that night.