He looked at the phone, the caller ID showing it was Eric. He just looked at it, wondering what he could have done to make it better. What could he have done to say that he was in stable condition and would survive? What could he have done?
The answer was clear, he could have done nothing.
He didn't have the equipment, he didn't have the medicine on him that could do a miracle job… he wasn't prepared for it at all… guilt, more and more guilt, as the phone buzzed in his hands.
It was his fault, his only fault that he couldn't help Ferucci… but no, he couldn't help him at all. Even if he was prepared, even if he had the right equipment, there was no way of it, and deep down he knew that too. But man, Dilian is a selfish person, someone who can't accept facts.
He was always like this. The time his colleagues died in between his hands, the colleagues he could have saved, he always went deeper into sorrow and guilt, into despair and darkness. But none of it was his fault.
