Ok, so here's the story. My best friend's brother and him moved to Alabama about 3 weeks ago. The brother has been in the hospital the past week. Was due to be discharged today. This morning at 9:30 am he called his brother and said to hurry up and get there they were trying to kill him. My friend arrived at the hospital,at 10:30 am to find his brother outside, slumped down in a wheelchair, with blood pouring from his mouth and arm. The nurses inside looked at him like he was crazy, but it was too late, Vick was already gone. This is about as much of the story as I got before the tears and hysterics started. I'll be leaving Thursday evening on a 15 hour car ride to get there, and try to help clean up this mess. Please keep us in your prayers.
