There I was mid-air, like those in the sci-fi movies, and they both went like..”SH*T!!!”
In that millisecond I realised “OHMYGOD, I am going down in 3..2..1..” and next I was lying on the cold, concreted ground and I was legit crying and was shouting in pain. I had no clue what happened, but all I would’ve felt at that absolutely horrible moment was extreme, unbearable, PAIN. Probably the most painful in a very long time, but then I’ve had worse.
I was screaming too loud that few people came towards us, and genuinely asked if I was alright. This one random lady was way too classy, she really made my day. She at first asked if I was fine, but the very next moment was like”If you aren’t feeling well, I can any time take you to the doctor and nothing much would happen, a few injections and this plaster for weeks maybe” and my friends totally treated me like a baby, made these super dumb comments like.. “It’s all okay, I don’t think you caused any damage to the people nearby. Also, the earthquake you made was not big of a deal.” and we all laughed it off. Not to mention, the pain was killing me.
These darlings took me to this bench and I flexed my ankle a bit, it was hard to do that.. I already knew that the muscle tear is the very reason. I already had a fracture on the same leg, and had this bed rest for 2 months. And the very next second they said this together..”We are sorry Shivani, we didn’t want to take it this far that anyone gets hurt, Sorry.”
It was okay already, they found that I get scared easily, and the place and atmosphere was spooky already..They touched my back with a gentle push they shouted and the rest is history.
It was still not the worst case scenario, She asked me very kindly if i feel a bit better now. But when I told her that my leg is almost burning, she said “I have something that might distract you or might help you stop crying about the pain.” Guess what? She was right. She took it out of her pocket and placed it in my shivering palms.. My lumia’s display was in a million tiny cracks, with my screen guard holding it together.
And then, I cried in my lowest possible voice, “ITS BROKEN”. What was actually going inside my head was like..”Crap, Dad and mom and.. my lumia.. but then.. but my leg.. Wait a second, will i get a scolding for breaking my leg or phone. That was one expensive gadget you see. It striked my mind, I’ll get a scolding for everything I did and everything i did not”
THAT IS, THE MOMENT WHICH HURTS MORE THAN HAVING YOUR HEART BROKEN.