Family

I took my motorcycle and speeded up heading to the hospital. I felt cars were about to kill me, but miracously, I didn’t crash.

When I arrived, I got off and raced to the hospital entrance, but the guards didn’t let me get in.

I had to wait outside like an idiot until a family member came.

She approached me and intuitevely knew I was waiting for her for my jacket. Later on, more friends from the bar came to know about Beni, but it was useless. That woman hadn’t even come out of the hospital, so we didn’t get any news.

I felt useless. It was my fault. It felt like I’d stabbed him. If he hadn’t tried to help, it’d been better.

“You poof,” I listened. “Go home. We’ll wait here for him,” Cholesterol said.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Shut the fuck up, it’s not a question. Go fucking home and left the others to take care of this mother fucker.”

Cholesterol grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it tighly. He told me he’d call me if something happened.