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  • Mar. 25th, 2009 at 12:24 AM
Online and Alone....
A friend from college. Riding ahead of me. Plays the part of being my guide through uncharted territory. He leads me home, or that's his intention anyway. We're touching 120, and the needle keeps steady. Half an hour or so of the quiet hum of the wheels.

A train of trucks hurtle past us on a narrow highway, passing us in the opposite direction. One truck decides to overtake. The trucks behind close the gap it just vacated. The road's way too narrow, and there's no way to go.

My friend, he swerves off to the edge of the road, only to find a pushcart blocking his way. Loses control of the bike, and it slips out from under him. The loss of balance causes the side-stand to unfold. The edge sinking into a calf muscle, wrentching a gash through soft muscle as it follows the bike in a graceful arc.

I slam on the brakes, the wheels stop short but momentum carries me skidding sideways. The squeel of rubber on road wrenches through my heart. It's all in slow motion, my heart between beats.

I summon the energy and somehow scoop up the 280 pound mammoth in my arms. Blood leaks down the side of my trousers, and for a moment, I wish blood was easy to wash off. Once loaded in the vehical, we speed to the nearest hospital. The attendant helps to heave him out of the car this time to my relief.

16 stitches and a cast to hold everything in. The doctor says he'll mend with nigh a scar. My friend, he smiles, "can we go home now?".

That was the 23'rd of March. A day, I'm not soon going to be able to put behind me. But life goes on.

Comments

nikitamehta wrote:
Mar. 25th, 2009 09:52 am (UTC)
Scary as it is.. it reminds me of the time I gave up driving due to an accident.

Those moments though play out in slow motion,often looking so well choreographed, you step back to marvel at the sight of it.. before reality hits.
angiasaa wrote:
Mar. 25th, 2009 10:34 am (UTC)
I stopped driving for two years after I had my first accident. I'm over it now. And unless my legs and arms are amputated or I'm mentally disabled, I don't think I'll stop again.

Reality has'nt hit me yet I think.. But something's boiling big time. I don't know how to explain it, but this is certainly not a happy moment in my life. Not even close!
inspirethoughts wrote:
Mar. 25th, 2009 02:23 pm (UTC)
That is (or rather was) a scary moment.

Incidentally I near-missed death two days ago and was going to post about it, and seeing yours makes me feel shudder all over again. (Haven't we posted about accidents almost around the same time last time?)

Hopefully your friend will recover soon.
angiasaa wrote:
Mar. 25th, 2009 06:02 pm (UTC)
Something frightened me more than watching my friend's bike flipping across the road and struggling as the rear wheel of the truck twisted the front tyre into a right angle.

It was for a good few seconds as my car was skidding sideways, that I feared I might run over my friend..

Yes it's uncanny how close together we are when we're around accidents.

Yes, his muscles have to knit themselves back together, and he can't move his ankle or put weight on his left foot without cursing the stars. But aside from that, he'll be fine. He'll need to go to a physio for a good long time before he'll regain the function of his leg though. Till then, it's a wheelchair for locomotion.
inspirethoughts wrote:
Mar. 25th, 2009 09:35 pm (UTC)
OMG! that must be a scary sight. I am shuddering just reading it. Glad that he did not hit his head or any other major organ.

Oh! Wheelchair! That's gonna be tough. Wishing him healthy and fast healing!