Our character was waiting for the school bus to go home.
When the school bus arrived, our character sat down in a seat close to the driver. A few minutes later, Sophie and Zoe sat in the seats behind him and started talking.
Sophie: "Hey, how was your class? Ours was terrible, all boring."
Zoe: "Don't even ask about ours, it's worse than that. There are more boys than girls, and they're all creepy, anti-social types."
(I told you; everyone hides behind a mask and conceals their true feelings and what they want to say. But I can't blame them; after all, I sometimes lie to my mom, dad, and psychologist, acting fake myself.)
As our character was heading home, there was a long traffic jam due to an accident on the road. Because of the severity of the accident, everyone had gathered at the scene, and traffic wasn't moving.
Jayden: "Dude, what's happening? We should get out and check it out; look at all those people there."
Ethan: "Seriously, let's get out."
Jayden, Ethan, and a few others were getting out of the school bus. Our character, curious, decided to join them.
(Why aren't they calling for an ambulance and waiting? The crowding of so many people at the accident scene only panics the victim more. But are people smart or sensitive enough to think about these things? I'm one of those who rushed over out of curiosity.)
As our character approached the accident scene, the shouting and noise increased. There was blood at the accident site; it was a motorcycle accident.
People at the accident: "Poor guy, look at him... His wife is crying, my heart is breaking."
Our character made his way through the crowd and got closer to the accident, able to see the victim. He paused for a moment to observe the area but didn't get too close.
(Hmm... I can see the fear. The person involved in the accident is holding his wife's hand. Maybe he thinks he can hide his fear this way or is trying to escape death... But you can't escape death. Death is not an action, not a feeling, not anything. Even the body's failure isn't real death. What is death, really? Hmm, the motorcycle crashed into a car, and the glass is embedded in the man's liver. Looking at his body, I can assume that about 22 minutes have passed since the accident. Oxygen intake in the body is still stable, but soon it will become difficult for him to breathe. As long as he continues to bleed, he could go into hypovolemic shock. Worse yet, the liver contains a lot of rich blood vessels. If coagulation doesn't happen, death could accelerate. It's an inevitable situation; he could die in about 15-20 minutes. Of course, if an ambulance arrives, things could change; that's my assumption.)
A police officer called out to our character.
Police: "Hey, you kid! Get away from here, hurry! Are these your relatives?"
****: "A-ah, no sir."
Police: "Get away from here, quickly."
****: "Okay, sir."
A few girl students who saw the blood were throwing up, and some were crying. Our character walked back toward the school bus.
(Ah, this incident might have shocked you. I witnessed an accident on the first day, and honestly, it's a strange feeling. But there's nothing I can do. I can't turn back time and stop the accident, nor can I provide first aid. I can only watch from a distance. Sometimes, even if we want to, we can't do anything. But I must say, even if I could save him, would I? I don't know. Why would I do something that wouldn't benefit me?)