Faces of Reality : When dreams Collapse

"Passengers are requested to be patient, the weather is slightly turbulent. Our pilot has five decades of experience and has passed through situations like this. You are in safe hands." The plane had been in the air for close to an hour, and in the last ten minutes shaking, but when the air hostess spoke, a passenger in the VIP seat cursed out loud. "F**!". Had it not been for the seatbelt he had just put on, he would have stood up. How could someone that made himself from nothing into a huge company buy this nonsense? He was calm the first time the pilot spoke, though his voice was shaky, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some technical difficulties. Please remain seated and fasten your seatbelts." This was normal and yet the moment he followed the man's instructions, whose voice he remembers clearly, not even sounding like that of someone in their late 40s. In fact, when the air hostess was selling her bullshit, he had the urge to go on a rampage. Through his airplane window, he could see a very serious storm, and thunder was already striking the Wing on the side where he sat.  How can a pilot with 5 decades worth of experience survive this? He should have just taken a private jet to his destination, which told him to listen to this climate conservation propaganda being pushed on the news. Some famous figures were mentioned for using their private planes to go attend a world summit somewhere. He was just thinking of staying low-key for some time, but look at what was happening. In a time of life and death, who cares about some climate change rhetoric, he earned that money the hard way, he should use it on his terms. "God! Bhuda! Whoever is out there! Please give me another chance. I will not be a hypocrite again. I will use my private jet without looking down on your magnificence. As someone who created your image, how can I believe these climate change rumors? Seeing you created this world, how can climate change even faze you?" The man was shivering but saw the thunder not subsiding but rather intensifying became even crazier. "I was wrong. How about you all collaborate and help your humble man out of this.." Before he could finish his persuasive piece to whoever he was directing it to, the entire section he was at was decimated. That was the power of nature. Humans could not compete with it at all, even after years of advancement and the creation of electricity, lightning still shows its supreme majesty from time to time. He did not even manage to survive seeing the plane plummet toward the ground so that he could participate in the screams and cries that would overwhelm the cabin. He is not one to pray for miracles in most situations, but in this one, he might wish his private jet had replaced this plane. It's not that he is materialistic even in death, but the man understands the difficulty he has gone through to own everything he has. .... Vroom!... Boom! splat!.. On a rainy evening, a car sped off, after knocking over a man in a white coat, and from the skidding, it was going, something seemed wrong. Thrown off into the distance, at the edge of the road, the man seemed to have fallen on his stomach. The heavy rain only made it easier to see that someone was sleeping at the edge of the road. After that, a huge 'boom!' could be heard, then the sound of someone walking in a motion that resembled dragging their feet. When the person arrived close to the man in a white coat, their movement stopped. Taking out their phones, they pressed the dial. "Hello! Is this the police station? Accident Lauren intersection!" She also passed out and blood could be seen flowing from her head. It took less than an hour before the sound of ambulances could be heard. The police car was following from behind. ... When the man opened his eyes, again it was in an ambulance and it was shaking, but in his eyes confusion could be seen. But then he fell asleep. The ambulance staff seemed to have injected him with something to induce sleep. These kinds of situations are not something new. In his previous life, he had encountered several near-life and death encounters. To someone like Zimo, it was not the near-death experience on the plane that scared him, but rather the fact that he would die in a commercial plane if he had a private jet. The reason for that is something stupid to try to avoid being taken by those climate enthusiasts. In all respects, he had done well, but it seemed that he was trying to be a perfectionist and this cost him dearly. Even though he had been involved in the plane accident, he could not help but mourn the fact that he was leaving everything he worked so hard for. In the end, no one answered his prayers and even if they did, he would be pissed to discover that he had become a resident in a city hospital. The medial coat and nurse clogs are made very clear. In the ambulance, the attendants took special care of him since he was one of them. But they did not know that the man before them was no longer the resident doctor, but Zimo. Even from his deep sleep, it seemed he could feel the sound of thunder from time to time making his body twitch slightly. When he woke up, he was in some special ward, not as one would expect, with patients, lying everywhere. The first question in his mind was: ."Where am I?" He was sure that he was a goner, but lying on the hospital bed gave him wild fantasies he had survived. He was about to say something to thank whoever saved him but soon realized that his injuries seemed too light. In fact, all that he felt was intense pain, and other than that, his toes could react when he moved them and so were his fingers and head. This all allowed him to be sure that he had no real serious injuries other than fractures. Turning his head, he could see a woman with a bandage on her head sitting in a wheelchair. He looked at her still dancing in her sleep, since she was shaking before going into her original position. Taking his eyes from her to the original position, he could see that his body was too thin. Although his height was okay, he was not this thin. "How long have I been out? and who is this woman camping in my ward?" As much as he asked this, his eyes did not stop until he realized his skin was too light. Even if time had passed out for a long time, this would not change to this extent.