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A day, a week, a month, later, (I don't remember how long,) my mother, pregnant with my little sibling, and I went to the hospital. I must have been the most apathetic there then I ever was before.  I didn't like the neatness, the order or the hospital. Everyone seemed to know where to go, where to be. Everyone employed knew their jargon language. My brother's room was at the end of a seemingly endlass hallway of white, bright lights, and beeps. B was sitting on the side, back arched, head down. I glanced at him. I felt nothing.
My mom talked to B. I seldom listened to their breif conversation. My mom pounded questions into the brick wall doctor. My mom drove the car home with my fertile sibling, me, and a stranger.
Slowly, I realized why B acted like that. I didn't know why either. Before, I only knew that B was there since forever. Nothing beyond that. I didn't want to find out either. Not then.
Since then,
I could deal with the thunder monster myself.