I was asleep then.. tired and worn out.. went online for a while before heading to bed.. it was around 2 am when it happened, I got a phone call from a friend saying that my close buddy who I just went out with had an accident.. immediately staggered by the news, I woke up and changed quickly and later tried calling his handphone... no one answered.

then an anonymous number appeared on my phone, I answered.. a panic malay guy said that my friend was in an accident.. then he answered the phone, "Desmond, I'm bleeding, just come here, call my mom.." I asked where was he, he answered with a weak voice, "The colours.." I told him I'll be there as soon as I can and I called the mom and she was already half way to the scene..

sneeking out without my aunt's permission, I grabbed the car keys and drove away.. ignoring every possible red traffic lights I could at 70-100km/hr, I reached there in less than 5 minutes.. it was then I saw the ambulance lights.. parked the car behind a lorry and hustled across the street searching for him.. no where, "mayb he's already in the hospital" I thought.. it was when I stepped on the ambulance.. there he was, lying hopelessly on the stretcher bandaged on the forehead with blood covering his face and arms.. I couldn't decide which emotions I should comprehend to myself.. this is the second time someone close to me recalled me with that feeling of sorrow and grief.. I called out his name, he saw me, and held my arms tight with his bloody hands.. I kept telling him he's alright.. his mother was horrified, I could tell by her gesture and the way she talked.. relieved by the fact that he was still able to talk to me.. and blood was gushing out from the bandage on the forehead then pressured by the paramedics later..

Then in minutes, the ambulance stopped.. he was pulled down from the van and later to the emergency ward for an emergency rescue.. me and his mom were called to wait outside the room..exactly drama-series like, agonizing hours passed and the doctor approached us and said that he's stable but his forehead scalp had been "peeled off" with a cut artery during the accident and a further emergency surgery is needed to stitch up the injured scalp.. he called for my name and his mother and thankful to God he was alright.. one of the paramedics were pressing against his forehead to hold the bleeding.. and he was talking to me, fortunate enough to be able to swear in reaction to pain.. He's alright.. I was glad.. he's still here..

Ken's uncle sent me and her to the scene to retrieve my car.. I went home later after sending her back.. but I can't sleep.. the picture of his bloody face appeared whenever I close my eyes.. and it still does.. I changed and took two buses to the hospital since my aunt needs the car.. still undergoing operation, me and aunty waited outside later joined in by his dad and brother.. hours passed and he was out.. stitches on the forehead and swelling can been seen across the forehead, my heart sunk and said "hi kenneth.." he starred.. weak and motionless to the limbs..

Thank God for not taking him.. Thank God for giving him a second chance.. and most of all, thank God for not taking away the only true friend that I have...

Get well soon Ken..

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