Tom lay on the ground, his face closed in a grimace, is skin pale and clammy. Every few minutes he would scream, not like one of those guys in some Tarantino movie being tortured, but worse. It had a raw quality, the realness of a person consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit. Then he would go quiet, just panting. I should have been there at his side, at least then he wouldn't have been alone in his torture. But instead I walked away, unable to bear it, leaving Sofia to talk constantly in his ears and stroke his hair until the paramedics took over. Then it was Sofia that climbed into the ambulance and disappeared in a whirl of blue light and blaring siren. I knew then I'd lost him, even if he survived. I was the one that stepped away rather than face his suffering.
daisy described this, January 10, 2015.