The man next to you says bluntly, "Excuse me… I'm tryin' to work here."
You scoot to the side and release his hands, allowing the surgeon to get back to work.
Lada says gently, "Hey… Marshal… how about we leave? You need to get medical attention too."
You look back over at Darin.
There's nothing else you can do for him now.
It hurts to realize this. It hurts to feel such helplessness.
It hurts to see such suffering and know there's nothing you can do. Darin is injured. Bad.
And you can't fix it. It's out of your control. It seems as if everything is, nowadays.
Lada prompts you again with a light nudge of her foot.
You shake the thoughts away and stand back up, sighing deeply.
"Let's go."
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