The father was called in to the hospital, I went too. After they talked with a doctor, they as the stepmom and father, came back in. I was hungry I hadn't eaten all day. Not to mention I slept half the morning away. The stepmom took me down stairs to get something to eat, we sat down and ordered some food. She looked at me and said 'Do you really want to know whats wrong with your brother?' I stared back at her and basically nodded. It wasn't good I knew it, from the moment the father had to go there instead of being told on the phone.. It's never good that way, so I drove for about an hour or so.. She started explaining to me about how his hearts weak.. how it wasn't a heart attack, how he's on pills now to help him, and how if they don't work.. He's going to need a heart transplant.. I thought my heart stopped, I stared at her and then didn't even say a word. She went on explaining this and that about it and I smiled my normal little smile and pointed to my heart and said just like a little kid who didn't understand would.. 'He can have mine..' She told me she wanted to tell me at the hospital because with my past she wasn't sure how well I'd take it. She thought I may have some sort of attack and spaz out. What she doesn't know is even with a past like mine I never let things get to me till I'm alone. She didn't tell my brother... His birthdays tomorrow... He's staying in the hospital for a week or more... I had to leave the room when she lied to him.. She said she doesn't want to ruin his party.. so she'll tell him the next day after.. I'm his sister.. I got to know.. I stared at him.. the good five hours I was there I just stared at him.. I bet he thought I was pretty retarded for staring at him. Al lthoes needles and wires and shit hooked up to him. But I watched him as he ate, watched him as he watched TV, watched him as he moved, watched him as he talked. I didn't want to miss anything about him.. The adults don't want to tell the three boys here because the baby brother may take it too hard.. What am I supposed to do.. On the way home I couldn't drive.. I knew it wasn't going to work if I did.. so the father did.. and I sat in the back trying not to cry staying quiet and then get inside and go to my room.. No words no nothing.. Why lie to them and then expect everything to turn out fine? If there is a god, he can suck some baggy dick. Owari.