Where did I go wrong? Where, along the line called life did I not realize you were in trouble.. that you needed help.
Needed a friend, teacher, partner.
Needed me.
I was too busy wallowing over Miles' going back to Germany for work, and Trucy's magic and constant cheering-up, to even keep you on the radar. I assumed you'd be fine for a week or two, l assumed you would, no, could of survived, on you're own, for that time.
Why didn't I notice it. Why didn't Trucy notice it?
Ah. Of course, she too, was to busy keeping me out of the red, too notice said color going straight for it's biggest fan.
Apollo.
You were there when I needed someone, something, anything for comfort. For whatever reason, you would help, skeptically at first, of course, but you always would.
Because you thought I'd do the same, if the tables were turned, if the shoe was on the other foot, so to say. And look how much help I turned out to be. All I can do now is sit here, next to you, repeating the same thing over, and over, and over again.
''Pollo, if you can hear my voice, squeeze my hand, please.'
There's no sign, no sound only the stupid heart-monitor and it's usual steady beep.
I should of been there, when it happened, although, I couldn't of known, I should of seen the signs, the nervous-ness, as if you knew something was waiting in the shadows, waiting to grasp your heart and pull it straight from your chest.
Waited to kill.
Why, why didn't I just look over once? It would of been noticeable straight away. I was to wrapped up in myself to notice, of course. You even asked at one point didn't you? And I told you to 'ask again later' like some stupid fucking Magic-8-Ball. Of course, you didn't. And Later turned into hours.
Days.
Weeks.
Hit and Run. Some bastard Gang-Members out for revenge hit you in a car (well, Mini-Van, to be precise) and drove off. Left you for dead.
I just wish it was the other way round. That they killed me, to get to you. But no. They basically killed you to get to me and you at the same time.
I would of stayed up with you for days, weeks, been your personal bodyguard, if I had known I could of possibly saved your life.
But no, I was too self-centered, and so I sit here, repeating the same old question, hoping to the many Dietys for some kind of answer, yet the only reply I get is a steady heart-beat.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
''Pollo, please, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand..'
Beep.
Beep.
'...Please?'