Days pass and not one single person we knew came for us. Maybe because they probably think we're dead but we're not. In fact,about 16 days has pass and ever since I've been trying to get my little brother out of here and well too.i mean,ever since i heard his cough. I was worried about him.

           Everytime,they turn off the lights and camera's i would lay him down softly as i can then i look around 2 times to make sure noone coming. Then i lay down too,then i pull him closer so he wouldn't be as cold. I stayed awake for a little while then slowly fell asleep. Weeks pass and still no one came for us. I was starting to feel a little weak because of loss of food and sleep.

          When the day came they gave us food i couldn't even eat or get up.my brother looked at me with concern. He saw that i wasn't myself that i looked very ill."bro here eat this and you'll feel a little bit better"he told me. He knew i couldnt get up or even eat.
 
           In fact,he was right i had to eat but i couldn't eat anything i was too sick. The day that our parents came was the day i went into a coma. My dad shook me a few times but not much. He keep trying to wake me up. But it did not work,i was still in a coma.

            "Son,son...Kai whats wrong with him"my dad asked starting to freak out."He's in a coma and been in a coma for half a year"Kai told him."and when he was awake he wouldnt even eat because he wanted me to"he continued."well,lets get ya'll out of here anyway. I mean,ya'll must be hungry"my dad said."Man,im so glad you came for us because im starving"he told our dad.

            Our dad just laughed and told him that he was sorry and that he bet,that he was. Well,we got out of that horrible place and they put me in a hospital. A place,i tottally dont like. I personally think i shouldnt be in here. But i need help because im weak.

             "Son your going to be okay now.i promise Ken,i do"my dad told me moving some hair from my eye."Man,Ken you need a haircut your hair is getting in your eyes"my dad told me with a chuckle. We werent in my dad's car we were in a ambulance. I was on the body board appearlly. I heard my mom and my brother crying too. I also heard my dad trying so hard to stay clam them down.i dont blame him he wants to cry thats fine.