Everyone that witnessed it had their eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. They had seen how he had swiftly dodged the box, preventing it from falling on his head. They had expected a cry of agony from him out of impulse, but no sound came from him. He just fell to the ground.
He sighed wearily where he laid, cursing whosoever was that was dumb enough to cause such a lousy accident.
"Why isn't the arm broken?" the man beside the factory owner asked aloud, his curiosity now reaching the roof.
Some workers neared him; he was groaning, but in reality, he wasn't in much pain.
"Don't touch it," he cried aloud as someone tried to reach for his arm that was slowly getting bloodied, forming a dark patch on his green shirt.
He slowly stood up as the men around him watched him with bewildered stares.
"Let me help you get to the car. I'll take you to the hospital," the factory owner's friend offered with an enthusiastic smile.
