On the noisy, bustling city street, Aryan was engrossed in his phone.
The signal was red, the cars were stopped, but Aryan's attention was solely on his screen.
He didn't even realize when he crossed the zebra crossing and was hit by an out-of-control truck coming from the other side.
A terrible scream, the screeching of tires, and then... complete darkness.
When Aryan's eyelids fluttered open, a pungent smell of disinfectant and medicine stung his nostrils.
He was in a hospital bed.
There was unbearable pain in every part of his body, but the sight before his eyes overshadowed even the pain.
His parents were standing at the corner of the bed. There were tears in their eyes, but the words that reached Aryan's ears were laced with poison.
He should have just died...
His father's voice echoed in his ears. His mother sobbed,
Why did he come back? Wasn't that enough?"