Secrets in the Healing

“Bye Tommy!” I screamed, leaning on Bills head, blowing Tommy a kiss.
He started blushing, and Adam was laughing.
“Bye Adam!” I said, also blowing him a kiss.
This time, Adam blushed, Tommy was laughing, but he was also glaring.
After I couldn’t see them anymore, I looked ahead of us and saw the hospital.
“Thanks Bill.” I said, hugging his head.
“Yup. Anything for a fan.” He said, smiling.
How I loathe the word “fan”. It reminds me of Adam doing everything because of the paparazzi.
“My mom doesn’t believe that you and Tom are twins.” I said, randomly.
“A lot of people say that.” He said, still smiling.
“Why are you smiling so much?” I asked, looking at him.
“In case there are hidden cameras.” He said.
Does everyone only think about the paparazzi?! We got into the hospital, and there was a wheelchair.
“Put me down.” I said, pointing at the chair.
He put me down, and looked around, looking for my doctor.
“You can leave.” I said, rolling towards the reception desk.
He was about to say something when I pointed towards the doors. He walked out after a few minutes, and then the doctor came.
“Kristina? Let’s do another check-up.” He said, wheeling me to the room.
After the check-up, he just looked at me.
“You don’t need a wheelchair anymore. Do you want to see your half-brother?” He said.
“Yes please.” I said, getting out of the wheelchair, my legs feeling a little numb.
He led me to a room, and I saw him lying there, eyes closed.
“What happened?” I asked to the doctor.
“He had a severe heart attack.” He said, walking over to the heart monitor.
I looked at it, and the line went dead.
“I think I’m going to leave.” I said, backing out of the room, crying.
When I turned towards the door, Tommy, Adam, and Bill were standing there. I ran past them, still crying.
“Again with the running?!” I heard Tommy scream.
My legs were still numb from not walking, and I fell.
“Shit!” I screamed, still crying.
“What happened?” They asked the same time.
“My half-brother…” I started saying, crying more.
“Come on, let’s go back.” Tommy said, picking me up, handing me my iPod and earphones.
“Thanks.” I mumbled, putting in my earphones and putting it on shuffle.
“What are you listening to?” All three mouthed at the same time.
“Whataya Want From Me.” I said, looking at the ground, still crying.
My vision kept getting blurry from the tears.
“Where are we going?” I asked, pausing my music as we passed my house.