Billionaire Hears a Black Girl Beg, “Please Save My Brother”… What He Does Next Will Shock You
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Billionaire Hears a Black Girl Beg, “Please Save My Brother”… What He Does Next Will Shock You
Edward M. Blake, a billionaire tech magnate and founder of Soldin Systems, stepped out of St. Augustine Medical Center after a photo op for a new pediatric wing funded by his foundation. He expected nothing but silence and cold as he made his way to his waiting Escalade, but instead, a small voice pierced the air.
“Please save my brother.”
Edward turned slowly to see a little girl, no taller than his waist, standing in a fraying coat and stained boots. Her cheeks were red from the cold, and her mismatched gloves clutched a teddy bear. “My brother’s hurt,” she said, her voice trembling. “He fell and now he won’t wake up. The nurses said he needs a heart thing, but they won’t help him fast.”
Confusion washed over Edward. “My name’s Anna,” she added quickly. “I’m six. My brother Tobias is nine. We came here ’cause he fell on the stairs. He’s sick inside. They said he has something bad with his heart.”
Edward blinked, taken aback. “Anna, I’m not a doctor,” he replied gently.
“But you have money, don’t you?” she insisted. “Rich people get things done faster.”
He was caught off guard, unsure whether to feel insulted or moved. Just then, a commotion erupted near the nurse’s station. “We need a nurse here now!” someone shouted. Panic flashed in Anna’s eyes. “That’s him! That’s Tobias!” She turned and ran.
Edward followed her into the hospital, where he found Tobias lying on the tile floor, his body limp and pale. Two orderlies hovered nearby, unsure of how to proceed. A young nurse was on the phone, her voice tight with worry but lacking urgency.
“Where is the crash team?” Edward barked. “He’s a child for God’s sake!”
“We’re waiting on a supervisor,” the nurse replied, glancing at him but not moving from her post.
Edward’s voice sharpened. “You’re waiting for what? An approval form? He’s unconscious on your floor!”
Anna knelt beside her brother, patting his face gently. “Toby, wake up. Please wake up.”
A second nurse approached, clearly more experienced, but even she hesitated at Edward’s furious expression. “Get a gurney,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. “Or I swear I’ll have this hospital’s board in federal court before sunrise.”
The atmosphere shifted. Authority settled in the room. Within moments, Tobias was lifted onto a stretcher, oxygen brought to his lips, and a resident rushed over to assess him. Edward could see hesitation lingering in the staff’s eyes, the kind that shows up when the patient is poor or black or both.
Anna gripped Tobias’s hand tightly, whispering softly as the staff wheeled him down the hall toward intensive care. Edward stood back, fists clenched, breath visible in the cold air. The nurse who had delayed earlier looked up at him, recognizing who he was now.
“Save it,” Edward snapped. “You already said enough by standing still.”
He turned to Anna. “Is there anyone else here with you?”
She shook her head. “Just me and him. Miss Jean lets us sleep at her house sometimes, but she’s real old and can’t come far. You don’t have insurance?”
“No, sir,” Anna replied. “They asked for a card. I gave them the one Mama used to have, but it didn’t work.”
Edward inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar ache he thought he’d buried years ago. Julia, his daughter, lost to the same condition. The same quiet slipping away.
Anna reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a yellow lollipop, dusty but still wrapped. “It’s all I got,” she said. “But I want you to have it for helping Toby.”
Edward looked at the candy, then at her. “You keep it,” he said. “Give it to him when he wakes up.”
Anna smiled, tired but real. “I will.”
As he tucked his hands back into his coat pockets, something changed within him. For the first time in years, the man who could buy anything realized there was one thing he hadn’t purchased in a long time: a reason to care.
The hallway outside the pediatric ICU smelled of antiseptic and unanswered prayers. Edward sat stiffly on the cold vinyl bench, staring at the closed double doors through which Tobias had disappeared. Anna sat beside him, her tiny frame hunched, clutching her teddy bear tightly.
“You don’t have to be strong right now,” Edward said quietly.
She looked up at him, confused. “You can cry, Anna,” he added.
Anna shook her head slowly. “Crying doesn’t help Tobias.”
There was no anger in her voice, just fact. Edward turned away, throat tight. This child had more control than most adults he knew, and it was killing him inside.
A few minutes later, the nurse returned with a blanket. “Visiting hours are ending soon.”
“I want to stay,” Anna said.
Edward looked at the nurse. “She’s staying with me.”
“I’ll cover whatever’s necessary.”
The nurse hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll make arrangements.”
As Anna took her usual spot beside Tobias’s bed, Edward stood silently at the foot of the bed, watching the siblings. Suddenly, Anna looked up. “Mr. Blake?”
“Yes?”
“Can people lose their names?”
Edward tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
She looked at Tobias, then back at Edward. “Like, if nobody knows who you are or takes care of you, do you just stop having a name?”
Edward was quiet for a beat too long. “No,” he said finally. “Names don’t vanish just because the world doesn’t say them.”
Anna nodded slowly, like she wasn’t sure if she believed him. “Sometimes it feels like we’re not real unless someone remembers us.”
Edward pulled a chair closer. “When my daughter died, I kept saying her name just to hear it again. Julia. Julia. I thought if I stopped, maybe she’d vanish too.”
Anna looked at him. “Did she vanish?”
“No,” he whispered. “Not really, because even now, you’ve heard her name.”
Anna smiled faintly. “Then maybe if I keep saying Tobias, he’ll stay too.”
They sat quietly, broken only by the soft beeping of machines. A few minutes later, the nurse returned with a blanket.
“Visiting hours are ending soon.”
“I want to stay,” Anna said.
Edward looked at the nurse. “She’s staying with me. I’ll cover whatever’s necessary.”
The nurse hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll make arrangements.”
As they walked back toward the ICU, Edward felt a sense of purpose growing within him. He wasn’t just a billionaire; he was a protector, a guardian for two children who needed him.
That night, as Edward tucked Anna into bed, he realized he had found something he thought he had lost forever: a reason to care, a reason to fight, and a family worth protecting.
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