"We're going to balai polis,"
"Why?"
"Your uncle, accident,"
It was 12 midnight. It was Hospital Kuala Lumpur. It was crowded there.
"Are you okay?"
"My chest... pain, very pain,"
Everybody walked fast. It was like silent movie buat actively move. It was fear. May be just fear, but obviously affected the whole body system; heart beating faster, holding breath, mind whirling to nowhere expecting the worst ever.
Only if there were internet somewhere, nearby.
"Are you busy?"
First person.
One minute took forever, hoping the phone to vibrate. Nothing.
Enough.
"Are you busy?"
Second person.
"Are you busy?"
Third person.
"Are you busy?"
And the list went on and on.
Luckily there always somebody who know of why and know on how. Even if the body is not there, here, but to have some info at the very critical time... was privilege.
"Are you okay?"
Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
"Must be something bad, eh?"
Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
"Nope, anything I can help?"
Bzzz. Bzzz.
"Why?"
And phone started to buzz repeatedly.
Steady. There're help. There always are.
"Sorry to disturb very late. What are the sign of broken chest or perhaps broken ribs,"
Another forever time taken.
"Are you okay? Is that difficult to breath? How was the pain? The scale maybe?"
"It is... bad,"
Bzzz. Bzzz.
"The sign is bla bla... bla..,"
Bzzz. Bzzzz.
"Why. While breathing there must be bla bla bla...."
Bzzz.. Bzzz
"How was the impact? If too bad it must be bla bla bla...,"
Bzzz. Bzzzz.
"Why?"
Silent. Is there any other nice words to hide the feeling now? When the question has been answered there is no need to spread any further, to increase the sadness and to add on another unnecessary pain.
"Nothing. Just plain bored,"
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