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7-2. This is Lisa: Firza and her Critical Time

"Firza!!" Spontaneously I screamed in surprise, not like I usually am like this.

The first look when I saw her, I was completely shocked, as if my indifference disappeared instantly when I saw her lying asleep on the side of the road with blood all around her body. He was full of wounds, I could not feel I started to shed tears and started to urge the crowd to get closer to Firza.

"Give him room to breathe!!" I yelled annoyed at the citizens who just huddled to look.

"You're the victim's family?" asked a grown man in front of me, he squatted next to Firza as if he was a volunteer who had just helped Firza.

"I'm his friend!" My answer is short, solid, and clear.

My hands clenched in revenge, not believing that the everyday person laughing at school was lying drowning in blood in front of me. Many times my eyes turned and blinked, but still this person lying in front of me was Firza, and Firza was still Firza.

I will accompany Firza here while waiting for the ambulance to come to pick her up. The crowd that was originally quite a lot, now started to move away after being constantly reminded by the adults squatting in front of me.

The situation that began to be conducive, I immediately lifted my phone to call Bu Lela. I'll have to wait a little while with the phone ringing until Bu Lela picks up my phone.

"Mom, I can't go back to the stall right now, because my friend just had an accident. I'm at the scene now, maybe if I could, I'd be in the ambulance after this. The money that Ms. Lela put in earlier, I'll return it later tonight or not tomorrow, ma'am?" I said like machine-gun.

"Your friend's accident?! O-oh yeah, it's okay, Lis! The money you brought, you better keep it in case!" Miss Lela answered from the other end.

"D-yes, Mom! Thank you!" I replied before the phone call was cut off.

I put my phone in my pocket again, then accidentally my eyes were fixed on the matic ringsek motor that was lying on the side of the road some distance beside Firza. Is that Firza's bike? When I asked the adult in front of me, it turned out that he was a witness as well as helping Firza with first aid.

He said Firza was a hit-and-run victim of a truck. It just happened about a dozen minutes ago. The truck managed to escape, while Firza bounced into the middle of the highway from his engine that was shuffled because it was oppressed.

Luckily Firza was not oppressed, but her severe injuries had to be carried together to get to the side of the road so that Firza was not in too much pain and did not block the road.

Thus the short story, until finally the ambulance sirens sounded from a distance began to approach.

Motorbikes and other vehicles were seen pulling over to make way for the ambulance, until the trunk was finally spotted as well. One word in the depths of my heart while crying, "Slow!!".

Clothing that had been torn with a lot of blood was seen in his wounds, legs, hands, face, and head that was filled with blood, a state of weakness while closing his eyes, and so on, Firza was lifted into the ambulance on a stretcher.

While continuing to hope that Firza would be fine, I begged the ambulance attendant to come with her after saying that I was the victim's friend.

And the ambulance attendant said yes, allowing me to sit next to Firza who was lying unconscious on the stretcher.

Right now, all I think about is wishing Firza well, that's all I ask and want. Sometimes I wipe my tears to look strong and not weak, even though somehow these tears continue to flow. I want to scream to get annoyed.

It was a bad experience, I don't want it to happen again. I don't want to lose any more friends.

As long as the eyes looked on with fear of loss, the ambulance shot out like a missile that was already aiming at its target well. I am grateful that people with their vehicles pulled over to make way for ambulances carrying victims with this emergency.

Not waiting too long to get to the hospital, me and the ambulance personnel got off in front of the emergency room. Firza was immediately lowered, and brought into the room using a wheeled stretcher.

Meanwhile, I followed Firza until he finally stopped in front of a room for critical patients. One of the officers told me not to come in. I was told to wait outside his room.

I kept pacing back and forth in front of Firza's room, hoping that the doctor or one of the officers would come out to say that Firza was doing well. I'd really like to hear that news.

"You... Firza's relative?" ask the nurse who appeared from the door of Firza's room.

"E-no, but I'm her friend who brought her here," I replied quickly as I walked closer to the nurse.

"Firza's condition is quite concerning, many of his bones are broken. Maybe if Firza can get through her critical period, she will survive. We'll work on it!" The sister assured me. "Then I stay first,"

After listening to it, my heart just wanted to be taken off. I immediately sat in the front waiting chair of Firza's room holding my head in shock. My whole body was limp, except for the hand that wanted to squeeze my head to the point of almost breaking and I wouldn't be able to think about this anymore.

I continue to pray and hope in my heart that Firza will survive this accident.

For a few hours I sat in the waiting chair, without even moving, just waiting for someone to say that Firza was awake. But there's actually no news.

Why can Firza be this reckless? No stories, just a little news. I still remember yesterday at school, Firza was fine, healthy, still absurd as always. But why is he suddenly like this? I really miss Firza's behavior, as well as her more funny stories. But why would someone as funny as him have to be hit like this?

Will his smile remain on his cheek tomorrow? I hope that the smile that he always presents to everyone is still there at all times. I really hope that.

Hours of having to patiently wait here, the sounds of whispers and cries occasionally popping into my ears.

The aura of sadness and fear felt very dense in this hospital, making me remember that I and Firza had also met in the same hospital. His positive aura at that time, still felt even though he was in a coma like this. But I'm still afraid Firza isn't safe.

Towards the evening, suddenly a married couple walked hastily from a distance towards me. I felt like the couple would not pass me, but approach me. Are they Firza's father and mother?

"This is the room, Dad!" Said the mother looking worried when it got in front of me, then her gaze shifted. "Are you helping my son?"

"S-I brought Firza here, Mom! I'm his friend," I replied after standing up, then tried to smile so they wouldn't worry too much.