When Lawrence started to raise his voice, Chuck couldn't stop himself from meeting the eyes of a nurse. They were making a scene now, and while he really didn't care what the other patients or their visitors thought, he didn't like the idea of their time being cut short because his brother was having an outburst. Why couldn't they have been put into some sort of private room instead?

"What do you mean, none of it mattered?" he shot back, his face darkening with a frown. "You were successful. How was what you did not good enough for you?"

Chuck couldn't wrap his mind around it. Maybe Lawrence hadn't been a good football player, but it wasn't like everyone was meant to be successful in the same ways. It was true that their parents had never been as supportive of Lawrence as they should have been, but Chuck had always hoped that his brother would learn to live for himself rather than another's approval.