He had seen all he had needed to know what was going on with Janoos. The sedate pace of the of the emergency workers assembled in the yard spoke volumes.
Sven slumped on his porch step and didn’t watch the wheeled emergency bed as the two burly guys shoved the doors of the ambulance closed. He looked off to the fluffy white soap suds that slid down the wet concrete, and eventually stared at the pooling red liquid puddles formed on the flaws of his sidewalk.
His stomach clenched, and ice filled his heart.
Time crawled. It crawled from the moment Janoos had caught his attention. This white van was still dirty and Sven didn’t even know why his brain settled on such a stupid mundane thing as his stupid van when some one had just died. Someone had just died under his hands and he hadn’t been able to stop it.
He knew he was useless. This just made it official.
He didn’t know what to think or feel or be. He swallowed as the ambulance’s lights came on and flashed too cheery colors into his eyes. He squinted at the thing dully, and tore his eyes away back to the sidewalk.
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