Blood was streaming down Marcus’ face, his gaze unfocused. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He blinked as if he recognized me, and then he fainted.
I pulled out my phone and called the ambulance. “911? Someone’s been involved in an accident. Here’s the address.”
Luckily, we weren’t too far from the city. An ambulance arrived within ten minutes.
I paced outside the operating theater after Marcus had been wheeled in.
Two hours later, the light above the operating theater switched off. The surgeon pushed open the door.
I ran to him in a hurry. “Doctor, is he ok?”
“The airbag protected him. He only suffered external injuries. We’ve sewed him up, but he needs to remain in the hospital for observation.”
Relieved, I thanked the doctor.
Marcus was wheeled out by the nurse shortly after. He looked half-asleep as the anesthetic hadn’t worn off.
I approached the gurney and called to him softly. “Marcus?”
I could see his eyes moving beneath his eyelids, though he didn’t reply.
I only thought of contacting his friends and family after he was sent to the ward.
What little information I could find online stated that he was an only child. His parents were long dead as well. I knew nothing about him beyond this. I didn’t know his relatives or even a single one of his friends.
He seemed just like me, another lonely individual.
I empathized with him in that moment.
The next day, Marcus was finally awake.
I prepared some chicken soup for him.
He sat against the bed as I fed him. He teased, “You look just like one of those model wives.”
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