Daryl: Is it love - The original story (Game walk through)

Chapter two part one

I step out of the taxi feeling a little pensive, I didn't say a word during the whole ride. I can still hear Matt's words ringing in my ears. "My brother can help you". His brother, Daryl Ortega. The guy that almost ran me over with his car, the guy whose car I almost stole and also the guy I told bullshit to. The same guy that Matt warned me about, the other night at the Starlite. I don't have any time to lose. Time is ticking, and my little brother needs me now more than ever. Jason is waiting for me. I told him I would come by to see him.

I walk across the hospital grounds, before going inside, and head up to his room. I stay outside his room, thinking of what I'm going to tell him. I don't see myself lying to him, seeing the circumstances. Jason isn't a kid anymore; he needs to know what's going on. After having taken a deep breath, I push the door open.

Jason > Hey! Sis!

> Hey.

Jason > Well, you look glum! Is everything ok?

> Yeah, everything's fine! What about you, how are you?

He doesn't answer and looks out the window as I discreetly observe him. You can still see the marks of the blows he took. The bastards didn't spare him! Just the thought of it makes me want to kill them!

Jason > Listen...

He looks at me uncertain and seems to hesitate to talk. It seems like he's embarrassed. I'm sad to see him like this. So I try to ease the tension, the best I can.

> A little birdy told me that you had something to say...

Jason smiles at me, but his eyes darken.

> And that little bird knows a lot, so no need to avoid the question.

Jason > Stop it, Lucille! I'm not stupid. I know I'm finished.

My heart breaks into a thousand pieces when I notice tears in his eyes. I look at him in the eyes to reassure him.

> Do you remember what I told you?

Jason > That I was a jackass?

I nod my head slowly and smile.

> No. That I would never let anybody hurt you! So, trust me. Everything is going to be ok.

My brother looks back at me, but I can tell he's doubting. I don't know how I'm going to convince him. I'm not that convinced myself, so... When I leave him a few moments later, I can feel anxiety overwhelming me, and I start to shake. Probably the backlash. I end up in the hospital lobby, and sit on a bench, feeling completely lost. Seeing my brother so helpless like that makes me sick. It's unbearable. I need to do something. I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts. I decide to call my parents. And too bad, if it doesn't make them happy! Jason is their son, they need to do something! I count the dial tones and bite my nails. But when someone picks up, I immediately hang up. No, I can't... I look at my phone, nervously. There are too many things at stake. I feel like I'm backed up in a corner, without a solution. What should I do? I hate asking for help. My ego takes a blow. And yet, it's not like I have a choice. I take a deep breath and call Lisa.

Lisa > Hello?

> Hey, Lisa. It's Lucille. Am I interrupting something?

Lisa > Oh! Hey you! No, not at all! What's up?

> Listen, I need your advice...

Lisa > Is something wrong?

She must have felt that something was on my mind.