Vito was Vita's younger brother. He just turned eighteen that year. After finishing the SAT, he was sent by Vita to a construction site to experience life.
At the time, I strongly opposed it. Vita was a backbone of the hospital and I had made some money from stock trading. There was no need for Vito to work to make a living.
But Vita was determined, and Vito didn't want to disappoint her who was his only family since childhood, so he agreed.
But I didn't expect something like that would happen!
When I arrived at the hospital, Vita still didn't answer the phone.
The doctor in charge of the treatment wore a mask and looked at me apologetically, "The patient is too seriously injured. Just go and see him for the last time."
The last time?
I was so frightened that I could be unsteady on my feet.
Vito was only eighteen years old. Before he went out that morning, he smiled and told me that he wanted to eat steak. Now...how did he become a dying man?
"Ron..."
Vito was wearing an oxygen mask, and his face was covered in blood and was completely different from his original lively face.
I burst into tears all of a sudden, holding his hand tightly and shaking my head.