A beautiful day had dawned. I went to the florist to find some new flowers for my mum. The air had a crisp, clean feel to it. I took a few deep breaths and was sure today would be a good day.
I picked the right flowers in the flower shop. I tried to avoid the crowd around me.
"Blue?"
"What would you like to miss?"
"I'm not sure. I'm getting flowers. Should I get pink roses instead?"
"Who are these for?"
"My mum. She's sick."
The shopkeeper paused for a moment.
"Red roses, dear." The shopkeeper smiled sincerely at me.
"Alright. Red roses it is—what was that?"
I heard the wheels screeching, and then I heard a loud crash. Screams erupted in the store, and everyone ran out. To find out what was happening, I went outside to see what was happening.
I felt stunned. Shocked. I could see a large pool of blood on the ground. There was a man unconscious in front of me. At that moment, I felt something words could not even begin to describe.
I ran towards the man.
"Help." He murmured
I looked into his eyes with pity.
He tried to hold my hand. I took his hand and told him everything would be alright.
"Everything will be fine." I fumbled for my phone. I was so shocked by the incident that I trembled in fear. "What should I do? Who should I call first?" My hands trembled.
"No. Call the hospital first." I told myself. I dialled the emergency number.
"Hello? "Is this the hospital?"
I dialled again. Someone picked up the phone.
"Hi. This is the general hospital. How can I help you?"
"We have an emergency. Someone has been knocked down in front of the florist. He's dying."
"Alright. "Send me your Google location, and we will be there immediately!"
I opened my phone and texted them the Google location.
"Did you get it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Can you come in five minutes?"
"We will try." "On the way now!"
The phone hung up. I held the man's hand and told him to hold on. I was aware that I was losing him.
"Hang on. Sir. Don't worry. "I'm here for you."
"Will I die?" The man looked at me.
I looked at him with tears in my eyes. I felt compassion like no other.
"You won't die. I am with you. God is here with you."
"Really?" He closed his eyes.
I screamed. I didn't want to lose him. Not in this way. I wanted him to live. I called his name twice.
After closing his eyes for the second time, the man opened them again. The man was dying, and no ambulance was still waiting for him. Due to my fear of losing him, I could not call the police to file a report on the car that knocked him down because I was so terrified of losing him that I didn't want to call the police to file a report.
"You will make it." My grip on him grew stronger.
He gripped my hand as if that were the last thing he could hold onto.
Someone came on the scene. She looked like a manager or professional public figure. She was dressed in a suit and tie. Her rosy red lips made her look like a lady boss. The boss bitch in heels, I would call it, but I decided not to judge her.
"I can help you." The woman told me
"Help! Call the police and file a report!" I told the woman.
"He's my friend." "I can contact his parents."
I let go of the man's hand for a few seconds. I shrieked.
"Call them now!" I screamed.
The woman approached me and told me to calm down.
"You'll be fine." "Help is on the way."
"Are you sure? Will he die?" Tears streamed down my face.
"Yes. I am sure." I suddenly turned and looked at her suspiciously.
"Why haven't you called the police yet?"
"I'm calling now."
I had an uneasy feeling about it.
"Call now!" I screamed.
Two minutes later, an ambulance arrived. The hospital crew was shocked that the man was still alive. They loaded the man onto an ambulance. I hurriedly got into the ambulance to ensure the guy survived.
Before I left, the woman gave me her name card.
"I'm Cara," she said.
"If anything happens, call me."
I read the card.
"Assistant manager at the Publigh Company, Rochester."
I stuffed the card into my pocket and tried to keep the man awake.
"Hey, stay with me!" I slapped the man awake.
The man opened both eyes bleakly.
"Will I make it?"
"Yes, you will." I grimaced as I bit my tongue, coughing out the words.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Rita."
There was a long pause when we gazed into each other's eyes.
"I'm David."
"David, we are almost there." "You will make it."
The grip on my hand was even tighter now.
I knew I had formed an unbreakable bond with that man from that moment on. I was also sure things would not end that way. We were meant to meet on this day, and fate tied us together.
Behind the van, I could see Cara's car following the ambulance to the hospital. I felt she knew this man, and she was close to him.
"I'm going to get some information about this man," I told myself.
Why did I care so much about this man? It was so strange and unexplainable.
I continued to tell the man to hang on. He seemed to stabilise more, so I decided to text Cara.
Picking up her name card, I sent her a text.
"Who are you?" "Are you related to the man in the ambulance?"
I peeked out the window and realised she was driving.
I decided to wait until the man was hospitalised before sending her another message. Cara was also very anxious behind the wheel.
Cara almost rammed the car into the van when it slowed down.
Suddenly, the man's hand fell to the ground. I cried loudly and grabbed his hand again.
The man slowly came to his senses.
"I'm going to die."
"Noo!!!"
The door opened. We reached the hospital. With panic in my eyes, we rushed the man out of the ambulance.