Chapter 1 The Day We Met

It was a bright, sunny morning. I walked into the flower shop, hoping to get fresh flowers for my mother. The air was so fresh. I breathed deeply. Today would be a great day. I was sure of it.

Avoiding the crowd around me, I continued to pick the right flowers in the flower shop.

"Blue?"

"What would you like, miss?"

"I'm not sure. I'm getting flowers. Should I get pink roses instead?"

"Who are these for?"

"My mum. She's sick."

The shopkeeper paused for a moment.

"Red roses, dear." The shopkeeper smiled sincerely at me.

"Alright. Red roses it is —what was that?"

I heard a loud crash and wheels screeching. Several people were screaming, and everyone was running out of the shop. I managed to make my way out of the large group of people and headed outside to see what happened.

I was in shock. Shocked. I could see a large pool of blood on the ground. There was a man unconscious in front of me. Words could not describe how I felt at that moment.

I ran towards the man.

"Help." He murmured

I looked into his eyes with pity.

He tried to hold my hand. I took his hands and told him that everything would be alright.

"Everything will be fine." I fumbled for my phone. I was so shocked by the incident I was trembling with fear. "What should I do? Who should I call first." My hands trembled.

"No. Call the hospital first." I told myself. I dialled the emergency number.

"Hello? Is this the hospital?"

I dialled again. Someone picked up the phone.

"Hi. This is the General Hospital. How may I help you?"

"We have an emergency. Someone has been knocked down in front of the florist. He's dying."

"Alright. Send me your Google location, and we will be there immediately!"

I opened my phone and forwarded them the Google location.

"Did you get it?"

"Yes, Maam."

"Can you come in five minutes?"

"We will try. On the way now!"

The phone hung up. I held the man's hand and told him to hold on. I was well aware that I was losing him.

"Hang on. Sir. Don't worry. I'm here for you."

"Will I die?" The man looked at me.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. I felt compassion like no other.

"You won't die. I am with you. God is here with you."

"Really?" He started to close his eyes.

I screamed. I didn't want to lose him. Not this way. I wanted him to live. I called his name twice.

The man opened up his eyes again. He was dying, and the ambulance wasn't here yet. I was so scared I would lose him that I did not have time to call the police to file a report on the car that knocked him down.

"You will make it." My grip on him became even more firm.

He gripped my hand as if that was the last thing he could hold onto.

Someone came into the scene. She looked like a manager or some professional public figure. She was dressed in a suit and tie. Her rosy red lips made her look like the lady boss. The boss bitch in heels, I would call it, but I decided not to judge her.

"I can help you." The woman said to me.

"Help! Call the police and file the report!" I told the woman.

"He's my friend. I can contact his family members."

I let go of the man's hand for a few seconds. I shrieked.

"Call them now!" I screamed.

The woman approached me and told me to calm down.

"You'll be fine. Help is on the way."

" Are you sure? Will he die?" Tears streamed down my face.

"Yes. I am sure." I suddenly turned and looked at her suspiciously.

"Why haven't you called the police yet?"

"I'm calling now."

I had a bad feeling about it.

"Call now!" I screamed.

Two minutes later, the ambulance arrived. The hospital crew was shocked that the man was still alive. They loaded the man onto the ambulance. I hurriedly got into the ambulance to ensure the guy would survive.

Before I left, the woman quickly gave me her name card.

"I'm Cara." She said.

"If anything happens, just call me."

I read the card.

"Assistant manager from the Publish Company, Rochester."

I stuffed the card into my pocket and tried to keep the man awake.

"Hey, stay with me!" I slapped the man awake.

The man opened both eyes bleakly.

"Will I make it?"

"Yes, you will." I grimaced as I bit my tongue, coughing out the words.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Rita."

There was a long pause when we gazed into each other's eyes.

"I'm David."

"David, we are almost there. You will make it."

The grip on my hand was even tighter now.

I knew I had formed an unbreakable bond with that man from that second. I was also sure that things would not end that way. We were meant to meet on this day, and fate tied us together.

Behind the van, I could see Cara's car following the ambulance to the hospital. I felt she knew this man, and she was close to him.

"I'm going to get some information about this man," I told myself.

Why did I care so much about this man? It was so strange and unexplainable.

I continued to tell the man to hang on. He seemed to stabilize more, so I decided to give Cara a text.

Picking up her name card, I sent her a text.

"Who are you? Are you related to the man in the ambulance?"

I peeked out from the window and realized that she was driving.

I decided to wait until the man was hospitalized before I sent her another message. Cara was also very anxious behind the wheel.

Cara almost rammed the car into the van when the van slowed down.

Suddenly, the man's hand fell to the ground. I cried loudly and grabbed his hand again.

The man slowly came to his senses.

"I'm going to die."

"Noo!!!"

The door opened. We reached the hospital.