The blaring sirens of the ambulance pierced through the night, accompanied by the frantic murmurs of onlookers gathered around the scene.
Amidst the growing crowd lay a young man, barely conscious, fighting for his life beneath the chaos.
He was drenched in a pool of blood, his body trapped beneath the wreckage of the overturned car.
Amid the chaos, the ambulance crew worked with urgency, forcing open the twisted metal to pull him out.
Once freed, they wasted no time—rushing the unconscious young man into the ambulance and speeding off toward the hospital, sirens slicing through the night air.
Augustine's gaze remained fixed on the car's ceiling as he was carried toward the ambulance.
His life flashed before his eyes in scattered fragments, and though voices called out to him, every question thrown his way sounded distant—muted, as if underwater.
'So this is it? This is how it feels when someone is about to lose their life?' he wondered, a sharp sting piercing his chest.
