"I didn't have to do this".
That would be the hundredth time I said that to myself ever since this nightmare began a week ago.
True.
I did not have to go ahead with my plan to rob the house with the hoodlums, but I sure as well can't wait to find out what will happen if I didn't.
My twin sister is going to die... because of me, so I might as well put on my big brother hero pants and shed this jittery feeling and get this done with, just like the Doctor said "Every second counts".
My sister is on her death bed; hell will freeze over...