I made my way out of the theatre after the movie. The movie was indeed horrific! I walked to the nearby bustop hurriedly, hoping to catch the last bus home.
On my way, I heard some cries in the distance. Had I imagined the sound? I refused to allow my imagination to run wild! Not after the movie. I should not scare myself senseless. The movie had been about a teenager who was walking along a lonely lane when he heard a loud cry. When he looked up, something had floated before his eyes! Could I have imagined the cries? I strained my ears to listen to every sound. There was the cry again! A chill ran down my spine. I trembled.
I glanced up and down the street. There was not a single soul around. Who or what could that be? Where was it coming from? I hesitated, should I find out or should I just walk away? Finally, I plucked up my courage. I decided to find out what the noise was. I followed the sound of the cries as my heart pounded against my chest.
To my horror, I saw a teenager lying on the side of the road! He was bleeding profusely. A million horrible thoughts flashed through my mind. What has happened to him? Is he injured? I stood rooted to the ground not knowing what to do. I just stared at the boy helplessly. It looked like the teenager had been knocked down. However, there was no vehicle in sight.
Seconds later, I regained my composure. I whipped out my mobile phone. I pressed furiously at the number ‘995’. I blurted out the situation I was in and cut the line. All I could do was to wait. The teenager was groaning in pain. I felt sorry for him but I could not do anything. I did not dare to do anything as I did not know first-aid. I waited anxiously.
After what seemed like an eternity, the wails of sirens could be heard. The paramedics immediately alighted and laid out the stretcher and whisked the teenager off to the nearby hospital. I decided to follow as well. I sat quietly in the ambulance beside the driver. I called my family and told them that I was going to the hospital and that I would explain everything when I get home.
When I arrived home in the wee hours of the morning, my parents were so glad to see me. I was so exhausted that I crashed into bed.
The next day, I went to visit the teenager. He recognised me immediately. He thanked me for saving him as he could have died from excessive blood loss. He told me that a reckless driver had knocked him down and driven off. The driver had been arrested and would be punished by law. I gave the teenager a ‘Get Well Soon’ card and left the hospital.
I was proud and happy that I had fought my fears that night and had saved a precious life.
Amrita Nair
P5-4
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