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Chapter 3: My Confrontation

Mia jumped up from the bed, causing Brian to grimace in pain. Dom finally walked into view, and he looked mad. His white T-shirt was stained with what was probably Brian's blood, a vein protruded from his forehead, and his huge arms were crossed, possibly flaunting the amount of muscle he had. Brian felt drowning disappointment. Dom saved his life, and by repaying him, Brian got Mia pregnant. He felt sick with guilt.

" What the hell are you talking about?" Dom asked his sister harshly. Mia stood her ground, knowing Dom would never hurt her. She had a determined face, and her eyes shone with pride. Just like her brother. She grabbed his arm and hauled him out of the room. Brian's powder blue eyes followed them until the door blocked his view. Brian's thoughts started to drift, and the pain he now felt was slightly increased by the time Mia walked in without Dom. Brian's hopes dropped.

" Hey." So stupid... Brian thought to himself. Mia didn't look as if she were hurt, she was glowing with energy.

" Hi." She said, perching herself onto the edge of his bed. She seemed to read his mind.

" He's not mad at us. Secretly, I think he loves it." Mia said, laughing and giving Brian an encouraging look. Brian took her hand, and tugged her towards the empty spot next to him. She shook her head and pulled the warm blankets from Brian's bandaged torso. Brian looked down to see a decent size red blob on his side. Mia frowned, and left the room without a word. Brian just stared at his seeping injury. His stomach did a little flip, but he tried distracting himself. He wondered what Dom would say to him.

" It's bleeding again. I don't what to do." Mia's worried voice carried through the quiet room, jolting Brian from his thoughts. When he was little, he remembered his mom telling him that he bled easier than the other kids, when he attempted to ride a bike for the first time. Brian stared at the ceiling, wondering how much blood he could lose before he died. Dom walked in, still glowering from the unexpected news most likely, but there was an odd look in his eye. Brian had never seen it before on Dom. Fear.

" What's up?" Brian asked as nonchalant as he could, considering the own fear that crept through him. Dom didn't acknowledge him at all. He just analyzed the scarlet wrappings on Brian's stomach. He made a grand gesture to the wound.

" Fantastic. Why couldn't you just stay still?" He said rhetorically. Brian felt his face drop.

" Hemophilia. I bleed a lot more than everyone else." I explained as he rummaged through the desk on the far side of the small room.

" Making my day, aren't you Brian?" He asked. His voice outlined with anger. Brian closed his eyes, trying to imagine if he didn't go into the desert that day. If he just stayed with Mia that day, how different would everything be? Dom's heavy footsteps came closer towards Brian. A new and dangerous thought flashed in Brian's mind.

" Please, don't help me if your still mad. I know your waiting for an apology, but we didn't do anything wrong." Brian pleaded with a worried expression. Dom slammed the bandages back on the desk and stormed out of the room. Brian stared back up at the ceiling. Mia came back shortly after Dom left.

" What happened?" She asked, picking up Dom's medical supplies and laying them on the bed next to Brian.

" He was mad. I asked him not to replace that crap if he was mad, and I told him I wasn't sorry, because Mia, I'm not. I love you and her so much." Brian said, looking into Mia's eyes. She smiled.

" Her? You think it's a girl already?" She asked, carefully removing the old wrappings. Brian still flinched at her gentle touch.

" I know she is." He replied, wincing as the last of the bandages were removed. Only a few pieces of gauze was left. Mia's fingers were red already. She looked pale.

" I'll be right back." She said hurrying out of the room. Brian tried to block out the puking, and surprisingly, he succeeded. He fell into an uneasy sleep, plagued with disturbing images from the into the desert.