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Rayal's laughter echoed in the air. In this moment of joy, a sudden and jarring blare of a horn pierced through all surrounding sounds. This urgent warning seemed to reluctantly become a brief premonition. The noise-canceling function of the Bluetooth earphones was meant to provide a clear auditory space, but at this moment, it became a barrier isolating the outside warning.
Sensing trouble, Rayal instinctively lifted his head to see the headlights rapidly approaching, growing larger and brighter. They resembled the fury in a hunter's eyes, cold and devoid of any emotion. His body reacted slowly, just a hesitant start, and he had already missed the best opportunity to evade. The sound of the wind in his ears instantly turned into panicked screams, and the voices of the passersby who had warned him now seemed distant and muffled.
His movements were surprisingly slow, as if in a slow-motion replay in a dream. As he lifted his head, everything in front of him became blurry - in the chaos, only the silhouette of the black taxi was unusually clear, like a cheetah in the night, pouncing towards him at astonishing speed. In that moment, time seemed to slow down, every second stretching into eternity. The taxi showed no intention of slowing down, instead accelerating further as it entered the crowded intersection of pedestrians. Rayal let out a panicked scream as the front bumper of the vehicle collided with his legs, a sharp pain of bones being mercilessly crushed and muscles being torn.
Rayal's body, after the impact, was thrown into the air like a weightless puppet, then inevitably crashed back down. His back hit the ground first, followed by his head, the sound of the impact causing the surrounding pedestrians to gasp in shock. But this was only the beginning of a series of tragedies, as the black taxi seemed completely unaware of the weight of a life, continuing forward.
Then came the darkness, and a heavy "thud!" announced the collision of his body with the cold, hard underside of the car. His vision was covered by a black shadow, the narrow chassis of the taxi, like an emotionless behemoth, indifferently pressing down on him. In that moment, a hint of despair flashed through his heart, as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him once again.
Rayal's body had already become nearly contorted after being run over for the first time. He could feel his ribs shattering under the pressure of the wheels, his organs subjected to extreme oppression, reaching the pinnacle of agony. His limbs were repeatedly crushed until even his sense of pain became numb. Yet, even so, his mind unusually recalled every detail of his life—those trivial matters, which seemed to have become precious memories in this moment.
His mouth was open, as if screaming, but the sound was swallowed up by the rumble of the wheels and the noise of the bustling city. The scream was so powerless, Rayal understood that the driver may not have been aware of his existence, or perhaps, due to the saying "it's cheaper to pay for killing than for injuring," had heartlessly chosen to ignore him.
His body continued to be rolled by the wheels, his skin and clothes ruthlessly scraped by the street, until he gradually felt numb. After countless moments of pain and a long struggle, the taxi finally stopped rolling over him. The surrounding pedestrians let out horrified screams, some took out their phones to record, while others called for help. The air was filled with dust, gasoline, and the smell of burning rubber.
In his field of vision, the broken screen of his phone flashed with Lily's face, her anxious and blurry expression seeming to inquire about his condition, but his ears could no longer hear any sound. He wanted to respond, but could only silently tell her in his heart, "I'm sorry, I can't hear your voice anymore." Rayal felt his consciousness gradually fading, unsure if this was the last moment of his life or a new beginning. At the chaotic edge, the only clarity was the fear of an unknown fate and the desperate longing for life.
Rayal's consciousness fluctuated between blur and clarity, as if he were floating at the boundary between dream and reality. His consciousness, like the foam on the sea surface, appeared and disappeared. And when he felt himself still in this world again, he was lying in a narrow and moving space, with noisy sounds and the sharp siren of an ambulance echoing in his ears. All around him were various medical instruments, and the fragility of life was reflected most vividly at this moment. He could feel the urgent swaying of the vehicle, with every turn accompanied by the shaking of his body, but the pain was no longer a sharp sting, but the distant sound of waves.
He became aware of someone speaking loudly in his ear, a voice urgent and insistent, that of a paramedic: "The defibrillation was successful, the patient's heartbeat has been restored." Rayal's pulse fluttered for a moment, then fell silent again. His vision gradually focused, and he saw the paramedic tightly gripping a shiny metal electrode, sweat beading on his forehead, his expression as serious as ice.
Another voice also hovered on the edge of his consciousness, that of another paramedic urgently checking his vital signs, "He has lost too much blood, we need to transfuse immediately, his blood pressure is dropping, we need to act fast!"
The first paramedic saw Rayal's eyelids twitch slightly, and urgently leaned in, reaching out to gently pat his cheek in an attempt to bring him back to consciousness: "Listen, you have to hang on, don't fall asleep. Stay awake, it's very important, understand?"
Rayal wanted to respond, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, his voice choked and weak. His eyelids gradually grew heavy, but under the strong tapping, he once again forced them open. Another paramedic continued speaking in his ear: "We need to know your blood type, if you have an emergency contact, any family members?"
It was a series of questions, and Rayal knew that answering was crucial for him, but his lips could only tremble slightly, unable to make any sound.
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