The Accident
Chapter 2: The Worst Luck
Yuya Shina was indeed a very attractive 17-year-old. Her long flowing golden hair reached up to her waist and glinted each time the sun's rays touched it. Her lips were soft and the color of coral pink which gave her an innocent, appealing look. Her cheeks were almost always tainted with a rosy color. Her body was lean and had curves in all the right places. The most striking of all her features, however, were her eyes. Her deep emerald eyes held a look that said she was beyond her years, and indeed she was. The loss of her parents years ago was enough to make her tougher and more knowledgeable.
That day was possibly the worst of her life! How could one be fired and evicted from one's house in just one day? For about a year, she has been able to support herself and live a good enough life while having to attend school. But on that fateful day it seemed like the whole world was against her. She lost her part-time job at the grocery store just because of one measly complaint from a costumer. Arriving at her small apartment, who else could be waiting for her but the landlady holding her eviction's notice. Her rent was long overdue and someone else was willing to pay for her place. She was dumbfounded! How was she going to pay the rent without a job? She had no choice. She had to find another place to stay. But where could she stay? Where would she find a job? Why would all of these things happen just when she was in her last year of high school? All these thoughts were running through her head. She was too lost in these thoughts to notice that she was standing in the middle of the road, directly in the path of a speeding truck.
Then she remembered what had happened next. Finally realizing that the person underneath her was responsible for saving her life, she quickly removed herself from the comfort of his chest and was thankful that the paramedics were already preparing the stretcher.
Not knowing what to do, she followed the paramedics carrying the man into the ambulance. She had to make sure that he was okay, it was the least she could do for him.
"Are you a relative?" one of the paramedics asked.
"Yes." Oh no! What am I doing? No, it's okay. I. should stand by him. He saved my life, after all.
Arriving at the hospital, she waited nervously outside the emergency room. What if something happens to him? It's all my fault! What the hell was I doing standing in the middle of the road anyway?
After an hour, the doctor finally arrived.
"He's in a stable condition now. He just suffered a minor concussion, he would be feeling dizzy for some time but he'll be fine."
Thank God! "Can I see him?"
"Are you a relative?" Once again, the inevitable question was asked.
"Uh… I'm a family friend." She lied.
"Is that so? Then sure you can see him. Just don't tire him out." And with that the doctor left.
I can't believe I'm lying now! She reprimanded herself. But I have to make sure he's fine. After that, I'll be able to leave. She thought, opening the door of his hospital room.
