An Accident Essay

That day, strong winds were blowing and coal dark thunder clouds were racing in the sky. The wind shrieked and the sudden gusts of wind raised clouds of red dust. The sky darkened quickly and it threatened to rain but the weather held. A bright streak of lightning illuminated the sky and the distant rumble of thunder reached my ear. I quickened my pace. Finally, the weather fell apart and it started to rain cats and dogs. The rain came – first in big heavy drops that were as sharp as splinters of ice, then in pouring sheets. Students were pouring out into the street after school.

The street was crowded with buses, cars, vans, and motorcycles waiting to pick up students. They parked haphazardly along the street, making it very difficult for people to cross the street. In addition, other vehicles were speeding along, utterly disregarding the speed limit sign. I, like all the other students was waiting for my mother to pick me up. Somehow, I knew she would be late. I looked around, feeling bored. Everything looked normal until I saw a form one boy, itching to dash across the street. Cars honked mercilessly, motorcyclists weaved in and out of the traffic.

Out of a sudden, he dashed across the street. I yelled at him to stop but he did not hear me. It happened so quickly. Unfortunately, a motorcyclist was coming with lightning speed. The rider braked immediately when he saw the boy. It was too late! The boy flung in the air. Vehicles screeched to a halt. The boy hit the windscreen of a van. There was blood and broken glass everywhere. The boy’s school bag fell heavily on the street, books were scattered all over the street. The boy lay on the street; he did not move or make any sound. Blood was oozing out of his wounds; he looked like he was in excruciating pain.

I remained speechless for a few seconds, dumbfounded, as all these had happened right in front of my eyes. People rushed to the spot. The motorcyclist sped away. People crowded around the boy. Someone called the police and someone else called the ambulance. Thankfully, a man volunteered to direct traffic away from the scene. This was helpful as it got traffic moving, otherwise there would had been a massive traffic jam. Suddenly, from the crowd, there was a tall, smartly dressed woman who was wearing a white coat carrying a black bag, rushing to the scene.

The small, diminished woman had to fight her way through the shocked crowd. I followed her. ‘’Move away, I am a doctor, give us some space and air! ’’ the woman cried. She was lucky that the people were corporative and moved away. In five minutes, a policeman came upon the scene. He took charge and asked the crowd to disperse. The doctor checked the boy’s pulse. She did not move him at all. “Perhaps she was afraid the injuries would worsen if she moved him too much,” I thought to myself. She took out a stethoscope and examined his body but she could not detect any broken bones.

She cut out his shirt and gave him first aid. “He’s going to be dead if he isn’t sent to the hospital! Where is the ambulance? ” the doctor asked loudly. 20 minutes passed, but the ambulance hadn’t arrived. At that very moment, it took it upon me to save the boy. I tried my best to carry the boy to the hospital that just a stone’s throw away from the scene by myself. When we reached the hospital, the boy was immediately rushed to the Intensive Care Unit. Several doctors immediately started the operation as his life was on the line.

I was lucky that I worked out everyday. So, it was not really that tiring for me. Even though I am his friend, I was not permitted to the surgery room. I was like hot cat on the bricks, worrying whether the boy would survive or not. Hours passed by, and my heart palpated. Finally, the doctor stepped out from the surgery room. I immediately made a bee line towards the doctor praying for good news. Judging the gentle smile portraying happiness from his face, relief flooded through me. The words that came out of the doctor’s mouth caused me to shed tears of joy and relief. The surgery was a success, but your friend needs several months to fully recover’’ On hearing the news, I was on cloud nine. I couldn’t stop stemming my thanks over and over again. After getting the doctor’s permission, I entered the boy’s room. I looked at the badly scarred frame on his body. I was overjoyed as I was actually able to send the boy to the hospital in the nick of time. I was startled by a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw my mother. After congratulating me on my success, we went home together. It was an unforgettable incident that I will never forget it until the day I die.