LET'S DO SOMETHING ABOUT DRUG ADDICTION.

“Beep, beep,” my phone rings. “Oh my, it is my brother Geoffrey calling. My mind is wondering why he might be calling at this time of the night. It is 2 am. Can this phone call bear any good news!” I wondered. Of course, not as I listened to the female voice that was behind the phone.

“Sister,” a lady’s voice called out. It continued, “It is Geoffrey, he is admitted at the hospital. He can’t breathe; it seems like he is having pain as he tries to catch his breath”.

I went silent for a minute; probably, the young lady thought that I had hung up on her for a moment. “What has the nurse said,”? I asked. “I really can’t explain what scientific words she said, but in simple terms, she said that his lungs are full of fluids that need to be removed,” she explained.

“Okay, stay calm, and please look after him until when he stabilizes, and I will call you tomorrow morning. Thank you,” I replied to her as I hung up from the phone. That was his girlfriend who had rushed him to the hospital.

I had a hundred thoughts going through my mind, and the one that couldn’t stop was the fear of losing him. Will he make it out of that hospital? I can’t lie to you that my mind was at rest, even for a single minute for the next hours until dawn, but yes, I managed to go back to sleep as my head was so heavy.

This wasn’t the first time I was facing this situation. Geoffrey had been getting these attacks for so long, and every time he did, I had to pay some good…