On our way to the hospital, I saw the three wizards in my dream, they talked long with me and assured me that Pat was definitely going to die in a few weeks because they had already seen it happen. It was then I remembered. They told me how I could get him back before his spirit left his soul. Even though they assured me they could help me save my brother, I had a strong feeling that they would. Like every picture they showed me, I saw how I bought a flight ticket and took the last fight to Jordan and after my return I secretly gave Pat a portion of something and he immediately jerked back to life. Mom taped me up on arrival at the hospital; the doctors spoke with her while I went in to check on Pat. He was in bad shape. Doctor Mike explained to mom and I that how Pat had every little chance of making it out alive. Two surgeries had been taken. Pat was dying! every minute and second was like the only opportunity I had; the voices in my head kept telling me that. I had to decide if I wanted to trust Pat's story to save his own life. Somewhere in my head, the map kept appearing like a picture in my soul and deep down I knew the wizards of hope was more than a true story and they existed. It would take me four days to get to Jordan Petra and return to my dying brother. I made up my mind to believe something most absurd and insane maybe it was my destiny. I went to Pat, took one look at him and said" I will be back for you, so stay alive".
I turned as I walked out of the hospital, stopped a cab that took me straight to the airport and purchased the last plane ticket going to Jordan Petra, Red city.