Muffled screams were heard. Blurry images of a car bouncing down a hill flashed left and right. A sticky goo trickled down the side of a little boys face as the car slowly got dragged underneath the murky surface.
Flashes of bright red and blue drove the boy crazy as he sunk further into the cold water and struggled to get out of the seatbelt. The wailing of a high pitch scream was escaping his mind as his body began to grow weak.
The sound of banging on the glass caused the boy to flinch as water flowed through the cracks in the doors and windows. The boy didn't know what to do but hold his breath. Glass shatters fell on the boy's parents as guys in black wetsuits pulled them out.
There were more cries but- not from above the surface of the icy waters. The boy cried out as his lungs began to burn from the water. His eyes stang as he felt hands grab him and pull but he wouldn't move. The guy swam up to the surface and yelled out to the other people who gather around.
"He's stuck! The seatbelt is stuck, I need something to cut it with. Quick, he's dying!"
Nobody moved for a second. A silver switchblade caught the light as it flew in the air. The guy caught it and swam back to the young boy whose body is almost limp. He flipped it and instantly started to cut into the thick polyester.
'Oh, God. Oh, God. Please don't be dead, hold on for another second. Oh, God, don't die.'
The seatbelt snapped back and retreated into the hole it came from. The guy grabbed the limp body from the seat and pulled him through the window. With him cradled in the guy's chest, he swam up towards the surface.
Everyone was biting their fingertips as the fire department waited for them. The screams from the sirens echoed through the night sky. The water started to ripple and a black head rose. Screams of relief and fear seem to bounce off the road. The boy's favourite dinosaur shirt got cut from the blade, you could see his blue skin from the hole it caused.
The sirens ripped through the night as the cars raced down the roadway. The tall building came into view, a modern looking building with large windows lining every wall. The car jerked right and flew into the parking lot.
Wires.
Multiple colour wires hung from the patients.
Bright lights.
Different beeping sounds echoed in the empty room.
Water blocking every sense.
The boisterous nurse and doctors walked in and out of the room.
The boy, laying on the bed against the wall jumped awake and started to scream.
Nurses rushed in and tried to hush the terrified boy.
Glass flying everywhere.
The boy finally stopped screaming but the tears still ran wild.
Coldness.
The boy only gasped out two things.
A red hue clouding his mind.
"Eomma... Appa..."
Slowly relaxing.
The nurse looked at each other worryingly. They hummed a small tune to help him rest. The doctor came in with a stressed and terrified face. "Miss Jihen... We need to talk... Now."
The nurse stared at the doctor with wide eyes, "No... There has to be another way to deal with it... He's only a child Heonwoo..." A sad head shake followed to her question. The doctor ran his hand through his black hair.
"I'm sorry but if we wait too long... He'll die, Jihen..." The nurse was close to tears.
"Please look before taking any chance... There could be another way..."
"I'll look but in two days if I don't find anything, I have to take action."
The nurse nodded sadly. A single tear ran down her left cheek as she walked back in the room to tell the other person. The other nurse was rubbing his head gently as he slept. "He's adorable, isn't he?" the nurse nodded while wiping her cheek.
"He... He's sick... He's got Pudenda Infection... And... And he has to get... His genitals removed..."
The other nurse span around quicker than a tornado, "But he's nine. Nine! There has to be another way." The nurse shook her head and ran a hand through her newly dyed blond hair.
"I'm sorry, Jimin..."