I will find her

AIDEN BLACK

“Why isn’t he waking up?” I barked, slamming my hand against the bedside table.

The doctor flinched. “Sir… we’ve tried everything. His vitals are stable, but…”

I didn’t let him finish. I walked to the window, fists clenched. The city lights blurred into streaks as I stared out. I should have been used to this by now. I wasn’t. Not after the first time. Not after losing my sister three years ago.

“Three years, and still nothing,” I muttered to myself, teeth grinding. My brother’s cough echoed in my memory, faint but unmistakable. Every moment of helplessness burned me again.

“Sir, please…” another voice interrupted. One of my men, Marcus, I think. He’s been with me for a long time. “You need to rest. If you don’t…”

“I don’t need to rest,” I snapped, turning on him. “I need a cure. A solution. I need someone who can save him before it’s too late.”

He didn’t answer. He never did. Not when I was like this or when I was planning my next move.

The problem wasn’t the illness itself, it was the disease. No doctor, no specialist, no miracle, had managed to halt it and no one would. Not unless I found the right person.

I paced the room, voice low, muttering to myself. “Three years ago, I lost her. I won’t lose him, either. Not him.”

The room fell quiet. The only sound was the soft beep of machines and the faint shuffle of someone outside the door.

“Sir?” Marcus asked again, hesitant. “We’ve… we’ve been monitoring a few leads on experimental treatments. Maybe..”

I cut him off with a wave. “No. I don’t want any experiments. I want proof. I want a cure.”

A knock at the door. “Sir, your assistant says there’s a broadcast you need to see. National network..about a cure.”

I froze. “What?”

He gestured at the screen across the room. I flicked it on.

And there she was.

Isabel Mays.

My brows knitted together as I watched. Her voice was calm, composed, but there was fire behind it. 

“Epilepsy is a condition that affects millions. For years, treatments have only managed symptoms. But what we’ve developed is…”

I didn’t need to hear more.

I knew her. Not personally. But I knew that face, that voice, that confidence. Whoever she was, she was the key.

Marcus cleared his throat. “Sir…”

“I don’t care who tries to stop me,” I said, pacing again. “I will find her. No matter the cost. No matter who’s in the way.”

Marcus looked worried. “There are… complications. The people trying to block access to her research…”

I snapped. “I don’t care. I will cut through anyone. Anyone who tries to stop me. She’s going to save my brother.”

I slammed my fist against the wall, the metal frame of the monitor shaking slightly. “And I will find her. Now.”

Later that night, I sat in my office, the city sprawling below, cold and indifferent. My phone buzzed constantly, messages, updates, threats. Everything a CEO, a man with influence and power, is used to. But this… this was personal. This was my brother. And if I failed, I would lose everything that mattered.

“Sir, you need to slow down,” Marcus said again, leaning against the doorframe. “They’re watching. The ones trying to block you, they know you’re onto them now.”

I didn’t look at him. “Let them watch. Let them try. No one stops me from saving him. Not this time. Not ever.”

Marcus sighed. “And the broadcast?”

I leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. “Isabel Mays. That’s the name. She’s the only one who’s done what no one else could.”

“You mean she’s a… researcher?”

“Yes. Neuroscientist. Experimental treatment. She has what we need. And I will find her.”

I remembered the first day of the accident. Three years ago. I had lost someone I trusted more than anyone. My sister was gone in a blink, and I couldn’t stop it. I swore then I’d never be powerless again.

And now? Now my brother, my only family left, was lying in that bed, fragile, his life hanging by a thread. And Daniel Carrington, was trying to stop me. Always trying. Always waiting to see me fail. He wanted control, power, influence. And my brother? He didn’t care. He just wanted me to fail.

But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

I picked up the phone. My fingers trembled slightly, but my voice was steady. “Get me everything on Isabel Mays. Where she lives. Where she works. Who she’s met with. Now.”

Marcus swallowed, hesitation clear. “Sir… It’s going to be difficult. She’s… not easy to track.”

“I don’t care,” I said, cutting him off. “Nothing is difficult when lives are at stake. Find her. And don’t let anyone know we’re coming. Carrington will try to interfere.”

He nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll… I’ll start immediately.”

I hung up.

I stared at the screen again, watching her speak about neurons, synapses, and the cure. Calm. Focused. Determined.

The problem wasn’t just finding her. It was keeping her safe from those who wanted to stop her. From Carrington. From anyone with ambition or greed. And yet… I couldn’t wait. My brother’s life was at stake.

I walked toward the balcony, the night air cold against my skin. I thought about what I had lost three years ago. The helplessness. The rage. The grief that never left. I swore I wouldn’t feel that again. Not when I had the chance to stop it.

And now I had a lead. A brilliant one. And I would take it.

I clenched my jaw. “Isabel Mays,” I said softly, almost to myself. “You don’t know it yet… but you’re about to change my life. And my brother’s. And nothing… no one… will stop me from finding you.”

Below, the city continued, unaware of the storm about to descend. I didn’t care. I never did.

I had one goal. One mission. And I would see it through.