It wasn't really my accident. It was theirs.
It was 2 am and I was driving back from Tok's house with my brothers. The fuel gauge indicated that I have about 30 km left so I made my way to a nearby Caltex.
There were many parked cars at the Caltex compound so I stopped my car at the entrance. Without warning, a passing motorcycle swerved towards my car, fell down and skidded on the road.
Did I just killed someone?
I rushed out of my car muttering Ya Allah Ya Allah Ya Allah Ya Allah. There was a pool of blood and two shellshocked makciks on the road. I remembered my training. I checked for signs of internal injuries and scanned their boddies for cracked limbs. The motorcycle driver wailed "Sakit.... sakit.... apa hang buat kat aku ni?" Her passenger was still in shock. Her small round eyes were time-travelling vortexs. I caressed their backs and told them that everything will be okay, that I will take care of them.
More people surrounded the scene. Chinese folks who parked their car nearby walked pass as if nothing happen. A thin middle age malay guy shoved me with his hardened brick hands "Hang buat pa ni ha?" There was a small commotion until they eventually figured out that I'm not chinese. If I was, I could've been hit by the crowd. Welcome to Alor Setar, Kedah.
I ignored the guy and assisted the makciks to my car. I sent them to a nearby hospital and was informed that they only sustained external injuries.
It has been 4 days since the incident happened but to this very day, the vivid image of the makcik's vortex eyes is etched into my conscience. Her small unblinking eyes spelled out hopelessness. It's a look I once saw on a rabbit before it was brutally scythed by a golden eagle in a documentary.