“I promise I won’t leave here without you,” I said to my brother, whose eyes were pleading with me to help him escape the psych ward of a Veterans’ Affairs hospital, tonight.
I explained to him I couldn’t spend the night, but that I was just a half mile down the road, and wouldn’t leave Long Beach until it was with him. I told him I’d be back in the morning, and the next morning and the next, until his brain chemistry was balanced enough for the doctors to release him.
“I’ll be here as long as you’re here,” I repeated.
He teared up and smiled. “That’s really good to know,” he said.