“You did it. I told you not to, BEGGED you not to. But just like always, you had to be in charge. Once, just once, why couldn’t you have listened to me?”

The phone call had come in the dark, the very hour itself a harbinger of heartbreak. With shaking hands, Kevin pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt, one of Nick’s that lay on the floor by their bed. The drive downtown was hindered by the blinding rain that fell from the sky in torrents. With shaking hands he made his way through the double doors marked “Intensive Care”.