Manu's letters

This is my new short story. The idea was given by a dear freind Sajal. It had been a bit of work for me, and now that is complete, I have a small excerpt from it for you all.

Manoj walked around the corridor, tensed as usual. Dr. Saritha was inside Manu’s room, checking up on him as usual. Manoj’s tension rose up as usual. It was unlikely for him to take a leave, and so for him to be not tensed. And here he was tensed again, for no one else but his young brother.
Manoj was a thin man, he never ate much. He was tall, but not strong. His eyes had sunk inside and his lips were dry. He was 25, but looked older than that. He wore simple dress, yet elegant, which enabled him to even go to office at that instant. His house was big, with lot luxuries, only he never enjoyed any.
Hearing the door to Manu’s room open, he turned back, to see Saritha walk out. She closed the door behind her and saw him move forward towards her. As he stopped near her, she said, “I really think he should be taken to the hospital. For heaven’s sake…”
“He doesn’t want to go.”
“It is no more a patient’s choice, but of the doctor.”
“I will not act different from what he had asked me to do.”
Saritha looked away and said, “I don’t have anything to say. It is his choice.”
Manoj closed his eyes and asked, “What is the assurance that he will survive if I take him to you?” She looked back at him. He opened his eyes and continued, “It won’t change, so let us have it his way.”
Saritha didn’t smile. She simply said, “Now it is in your hands.” Manoj smiled and corrected her. “No! It is his choice.”
When she left he walked to Manu’s room and watched him. He was simply lying there, tired and still, but still young, just 24, and still looked the same in all ways.
He sat near him, and he opened his eyes to see his elder brother. Manoj looked at him and smiled. In a tired voice, Manu asked, “What did Saritha say?”
Manoj looked at him and replied, “She said everything is going to be fine.”
Manu smiled and said, “That girl really has a big ass and two nice pieces of boobs. Have you ever noticed that?”
“Shut up, Manu!” Manoj never liked the guy’s talk. Manu smiled more and said, “You know…you have missed a lot in your life, Manoj, really a lot.” Manoj didn’t have anything to say.
Manu’s smile vanished and said, “I have something for you.” He coughed a bit and slid to the other side of the bed. As Manoj was looking, Manu took out a piece of paper and said, “When I am gone, I want you to read it.”
“Why are you..?”
“Take it, Manoj.” That was an order. Manoj took it from him, as Manu continued, “And get out of here. Be back at 8. Do not read it until I am gone. And my words for you…I hate you.”
The words were indeed a shock for Manoj, but he didn’t know why he said that. Manu turned his head away and said, “Now go out and come back at 8. I have work to do.” And he said no more. Knowing how arrogant he could get, Manoj stood up and walked out of the room.
When he walked back to his room at 8 in the evening, Manu was not there to bid him goodbye.