An Accident

Question: I was alone at home when the phone rang unexpectedly. I was shocked when I heard a cry at the other end of the line.

Minutes seemed like hours. The ambulance still did not arrive at the scene. I was feeling guilty as every minute passed. I was so irresponsible! If I had brought  Max out for a walk myself, things would not have turned out this way. I hugged Max tightly. Blood was gushing out of its wound and he seemed weaker and weaker. Max was whimpering in pain. I recalled what had happened fifteen minutes ago...

I had finally finished my homework marathon! I jumped for joy as I rushed to the kitchen to grab a packet of chips before making a beeline for the sofa to catch my favourite show, Spongebob Squarepants. As Mum and Dad were out at work, I was at home with my domestic helper, Sue and my pet dog, Max. While I was watching Spongebob Squarepants running around in my television, Max approached me.

"Not now Max! Go play ball yourself!" I mumbled, my eyes glued to the television. Max did not give up. He continued rubbing his head on my hands, begging me to bring him out.

I immediately called for Sue. Sue leashed Max and brought him out of a stroll. Finally! The house was in peace! Nobody to stop me from watching television! 

After a few minutes, I found myself breaking into peals of laughter. Out of the blue, the house phone rang. Using one hand to reach for the annoying phone, I continued to watch television. However, I was shocked to hear a cry of distress at the other end of the line. It was Sue! 

"Help! Max... Max is bleeding!" Sue screamed. I slowly questioned her what had happened. Upon hearing her reply, my jaws dropped. All of a sudden, I felt anxious. 

Sue had told me that Max was hit by a flower pot that was thrown down from a high floor. They were just near the void deck of my house!

I put down the phone. Grabbing the house keys, I dashed down. Once the lift doors opened to the ground floor, I rushed out. A crowd was gathered there. Elbowing my way through the crowd. I was appalled to see Max lying there motionless. I signaled for someone to call the ambulance.

The reverberating sirens of the ambulance brought me back to the present. I looked at Max on the stretcher. My hands were clammy. All of a sudden, I felt scared, really scared.

Luckily, after two hours in the operating theatre, the doctor told me that it was very lucky that the flower pot was made of plastic and not glass, if not, it could have caused more serious injuries, and even death! I heaved a sigh of relief.

Hugging Max tightly, I vowed to take more responsibility of Max as I was its owner. I will never let history repeat itself ever, ever again!