Post by Dominic Garcia on Mar 3, 2021 3:12:49 GMT
'You know what I did, don’t pretend you don’t know. You and everyone else can see how much of a loser I’ve become, what the fuckin' government did to us, what they made us do. I can’t unsee it. I still see that kid, Dom, he won’t get out of my head.'
'I want it to stop.'
They nearly lost him last night, and Dominic couldn't stop playing that phone call over and over in his head. He had called Danny immediately afterward, and fortunately he was able to get to their comrade first to call an ambulance. The doctors saved Iago's life, but there was, of course, a lot of questions, ones that none of them were willing to answer.
They all knew Iago had a problem, and Dominic let the guilt pour over him every minute he sat there at the man's bedside. They all knew and perhaps didn't do enough. Maybe he didn't do enough. He kept himself constantly busy because it was all he knew how to do, and maybe that was part of his failure.
Dom was half awake, slouched in that very uncomfortable chair as he listened to the constant beeping of the machines in the room, watching Iago's steady breathing as he rested in that bed. A TV in one of the other rooms down the hall was blaringly loud but no one seemed to care enough to turn it down. He wanted to be angry, he wanted to cry, he wanted to be everything all at once but knew that he couldn't. No, he was supposed to be the calm one, the level-headed one...when he was perhaps far from it. Dominic Garcia didn't really express emotion, or so he led people to believe. But this? This hurt more than he could express.
Iago needed help.
[ Iago Riviera; Josh Miller; Danny Miller ]