Chapter 2: Hug before death

That's it. I wasn't gonna do anything.

 

I supposed the god was on the side of the little puppy. The signal showed red light and all the vehicles slowed down.

 

Without wasting a single second I ran towards the puppy. Yep, I didn't try to act like a hero just waited. This was safer.

 

A big smile shined over my face as I was glad that nothing happened to the puppy. The crowd gathered also left with some glad expressions and some bored as if they wanted to see something happening.

 

That seriously made me feel like taking my shoes off and hitting on their faces saying, 'wow see something happened; your face meeting the back of my shoe'.

 

I let go of my anger and took the puppy in my arms. It didn't bark and obediently let me lift it. As it knew I meant him no harm.

 

On the other side, I could see Edward waving his hands shouting for me to come back. I happily marched towards Edward when he suddenly shouted my name with his finger pointed at my left side.

 

A motorbike flashed speeding towards me. I was never very good at reacting to my surroundings but I had to move. It was for the sake of my life but no. My legs suddenly had Edward syndrome of giving up on things and it had now given up on me and gotten frozen right in the path waiting to be hit.

 

Edward runs towards me in an attempt to save me. But what gave my dead legs some life was when the puppy in my arms started to bark. The whole point of coming in the middle of the road was to save the puppy and here I was putting his and my life in danger by not moving.

 

I couldn't think of running or going back or anything that could save my life. I quickly, with all my energy jumped at Edward's side. He was at my side in a flash and held my hands when I heard the crash behind me.

 

The motorbike. It crashed into the pole behind us. The biker fell just some inches away from me without a helmet. The crimson liquid flowed from his forehead and painted his whole face, red.

 

I was never a fan of horror or gore. That was it. Slowly my eyes felt too weak to stay open to see anything happening. My ears lost all the power to hear any sound. The feeling of holding the puppy in my arms was also gone as soon as I met the darkness.

 

........

 

 

The soaked area of my clothes stuck to my tummy. And some solid hard stuff slammed on it while making me open my eyes slowly.

 

I already knew I would be in the hospital seeing all white-whitey colours everywhere. White tiles, white floorings, white wall, white window, white pillow, white light... I hoped I didn't turn white too. Wished there was a mirror here.

 

And the worst part of the hospital is the smell. Ugh, it smelled as if everything was there washed with some smelly chemical solutions including the humans.

 

I imagined myself having tonnes of needles pricked into my thin veins and big equipment behind me showing the rate of my heart which would be constantly falling.

 

But well nothing like that happened instead my mom's head slamming on my tummy woke me up. And no one realised I am awake so the head slamming of mom on the tummy went on until I felt like my stomach became flat like a mattress.

 

Like what the heck? Did my mom not want me to wake up or what?

 

And other scenes folded around me as I saw the doctors in tears. I almost thought maybe I have died somehow and become a ghost and the doctors were crying because they weren't able to save me. But no. My tummy hurts and that just means I am alive. Oh gosh, someone save my tummy.

 

Finally, when I already felt like blood was gushing out of my mouth, my 50-year-old bestfriend saw me struggling.

 

"Auntie, at this rate Moon's soul is going leave her body." Finally, my mommy looked up with tears clouding her eyes. I can see that she must have cried a lot as half of her face went black due to her mascara.

 

I pushed myself up to sit, my mom came running to place a pillow behind my back. Now I got a good look at my whole situation and body. I had blood all over my dress. And bandages on my elbow, and foot and I can see some of the bandages on my knees which were covered by my skirt.

 

"Is my hands broken?" I said while I pointed my finger at the bandages on my elbow.

 

Edward shook his head in a no. 

 

"Then my leg?" I asked.

 

He shook his head without hesitation. 

 

"At least my foot got sprained right?" And again he replied by shaking his left and right. 

 

"Then why in the world do I have so many bandages on me? If nothing happens to me. Those look like if I have a hand and leg fractured." I snapped. Even I got scared thinking that I wouldn't be able to walk or what. I wondered if they were trying to make me a mummy and send me to Egypt.

 

The doctor, nurse and Edward, all of them looked at my mom. And I wasn't even surprised to know that this was my mother's doing.

 

Then I softly asked, "then what has happened to me? All this blood?" 

 

"Ah..." Edward's voice faded as he looked at the red colour all over my dress, "that guy who was riding the bike."

 

"Oh ya, we gotta file a complaint on him. Why the hell he was driving-" looking at Edward's eyes on the floor I remembered that when I lost consciousness there was a crash behind me.

 

Edward begins again, "He died... Due to hitting his head on the pole and blood loss. And..." At this point, both of my ears were very alert and listen with a lot of concentration because whatever Edward was going to say again felt it must be something very horrible or very important. 

 

"Well, when the people were shifting you and that guy into the ambulance. The body that guy we thought was dead, fell on you and with his last breath he grabbed on to you."

 

"Eww. What?! He grabbed what?" I couldn't understand what to even say. I felt weird out to know someone died hugging me. I felt I was harassed by someone dying. 

 

Was it wrong that I didn't feel anything bad for the person who just had an accident and died?