Two weeks later Marco had finally woken up again. He cried alot. His chest tighten everytime he thought about what happen. He wished it was him. Many nights he let the tears flow and in the morning the nurses changed his tear-stained sheets.
"Hey Chief," Nixon announced entering the door a few days later.
"Nixon. What are you doing here?" Marco asked. He was staring out the window. It was now three weeks since he lost his family. The doctors said he was well enough to be discharged but Marco refused to leave the hospital.
"Came to check on you. Heard they want to discharge you."
"Should of been me. I should of been on vacation with them. I should of died along with them," Marco said beating up himself and continued staring out the window.
"You can't blame yourself."
"Did they say what caused the collision?"
"The brake fluid containment box was tampered with."
"Are you saying someone purposefully crashed those trains?"
"It seems so."
"Any leads on who might of done it?"
"Nothing solid so far. They are investigating the Tullcinni gang. Suspected gang warfare."
Marco took a seat on the bed. The thought that his family got caught in between some gang violence angered him. Many innocent people died that day all because of the uprising of gangs.
"Mr. Rodriguez," a nurse said as she came in. "We're going to need this room," she continued with a smile. Marco said nothing. He just kept staring out the window.
"I will make sure he packs up," Nixon said to the nurse. She leaves shortly after and he turns his attention back to Marco.
"Chief we need to go," Nixon said as he sat next to him.
Marco rested his head on his shoulder and sobbed. Some time later Nixon persuaded Marco to leave and gave him a ride back to his place. The last thing Marco wanted was to be home by himself.
Days turned into weeks which turned into months and soon years had passed by with no new leads on who crashed the trains. The investigations dwindle and the matter became another unsolved case among boxes of cold cases. Catching dust probably never to be opened again.
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His Resting Place
Short StoryWhat happens when the world you know comes to an abrupt end? The people you love, die. The places you knew, vanish. What happens when all that's left is YOU and slowly you're dying too. Marco Rodriguez - Husband, Father, Grandfather and Fire Chief...
