Prayers for a mate are sometimes best left unanswered... or are they? ------------- "He was dead. He had died many punches back, but I hadn't been able to stop myself. His face was completely unrecognizable, but for good measure, I snapped the baseball bat in half, and finally the rage clouding my head gave way to a fully fledged panic burning a hole straight through my chest. I'd never dialed 911 before, but I found myself switching between screaming and sobbing, begging the operator for an ambulance. I had never begged anyone for anything in my life before, but cradling my mate's obtuse, bloody skull, jagged and fractured the same way my heart felt, I found myself ready to do many things I had never done before - things that scared me."