It was in the month of February while I was in class 11. I was on my way to home for lunch with my friends. There are two ways to go. All my friends went by shortcut but something inside my heart made to me to take the main road. I could see a crowd of people. When I reached there I was feared and frightened. I saw blood like that of stagnant water in road. Yes, it was an accident and the bike was my father’s.
I asked people standing there what had happened but everyone seemed to be like me. One of them told that my father was taken to the nearby hospital. Immediately I started and reached the hospital as fast as I can. I was informed by his friends that he was taken for first aid. Within few minutes my father was taken to the X-Ray room. My father spoke to me but i could make out that he was unconscious. His body was full of blood. I saw lots of injuries in his head, hand and some scratches in legs. The doctor reported fracture in left hand and lower jaw.
But they refused further treatment, for my father had undergone his kidney transplantation. He was given reference to the main hospital for special treatment. I was in the ambulance talking with my father all the way to hospital, as I wished him not to close his eyes. I was quiet afraid but hesitated to reveal it because of my mother’s presence. We reached the hospital and my father was taken to emergency ward. Around 7 pm doctor informed that my father was safe. I felt better. Few days after my father’s recovery, I came to know from him that incident happened just out of giddiness.
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