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The steering was not in my control anymore. I couldn’t control this over-weight vehicle anymore. Things were getting too out of hands. The signal suddenly went green, thank goodness the traffic jam started clearing. I could see it happening from my far view. By the time I was almost at the intersection there were not my cars or pedestrians. Although I was a bit relieved, my heart was still pounding against my chest. The bus was swaying and if I pull the break now it will flip. There will be a lot of collateral damage if that happens. I can't risk that. I was slowly pulling the break to reduce the speed but suddenly I saw another public bus turning right without looking at my bus. My hands suddenly went to the steering, trying to do something, anything to control the situation. I even blew the horn to warn the other driver but it was already too late by then.
He must have pulled the break; I saw the bus slowed down. I pulled the break as a reflex to stop the collision, it was the worst decision I could have made at that time. The bus swayed on the left and collided with the building upfront. I tried stopping or at least to slow down but nonetheless it couldn’t happen.
Suddenly, the same darkness blinded my vision and a piercing pain ran through my chest. This must be the steering. I could feel the ribs collapsing. Breathing was a pained labour; I couldn’t do it. I'm done for now. I am done. This is the end of the road for me. End, the end.
Ren
I switched to this hospital in November last year. It was a good opportunity for me to work as an assistant surgeon for this hospital. I wanted it, I knew I will get busier, so I might be able to take my mind off of Catherine, I needed it. But ever since then, I have been travelling for almost an hour to get to the Queens village. Wasting that much time everyday on commute was unreasonable and I was looking for a place to stay but I couldn’t yet.
I was almost at the hospital when I felt something wrong with the bus that was ahead. It was going erratic; it was swaying to the left. I could tell there was something wrong with it. But couldn’t really tell what it was. Soon I heard a loud blast even through the closed doors. It was, to be honest, scary. There was something really wrong. There was no fire after the blast, maybe it wasn’t the kind of blast I was assuming. It could be a punctured tyre. That would be the best guess.
I slowed down to see it the people were fine. I called the emergency, just as a prevention if anything goes down. But it happened, the thing I knew was unavoidable at the very earliest. The bus collided in the building that as on the intersection. It was a publishing store. I saw the glass door of the store smashing into pieces. It was terrifying to know how many people would have gotten hurt but it. Leaving my car on the side of the road I ran there.
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