For a moment, there was silence as the realization of what just happened sunk in, then I broke out of my frozen state and ran over to the crash, my heart lodged in my throat.
There were already a number of passersby around the crash. Some called 911 while some uselessly brought out their phone to film the accident.
I dropped my bag and squatted beside the wreckage that used to be Mark's car. In there, Mark, his driver and his assistant were stuck in there, upside down. Blood trickled down Mark's temple.
"Mark!" No matter how many times I screamed his name, he didn't open his eyes. "Mark! Hang in there…" I looked around me and asked for the help of the people standing around. They could at least make their presence useful.
"Somebody, help!" I screamed and turned back to Mark.
