"I-I gotta do something! I need to help him! Why are you holding me back?! I'm fine! Not tired! Not weak! I'll stay here 'til he wakes up! Why'd you keep stopping me?!" I yelled, frustration boiling over as I stormed out.

I just kept running until I hit the hospital parking lot. Plopped down on the curb and screamed and screamed, like my heart was withering away by the second. It's like this whole mess is slowly killing me and I can't do squat about it.

Hector's hurting, and it's tearing me up inside 'cause I'm powerless to ease his suffering. Can't even lift a finger to help him...