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Buzzing... white noise...
"Dia bu*bb*kak **bzzz** matalah..."
"**ezz**.. *eblubeleb*... Notchet die yet... ***xwuuu***"
At least that what it sounded. Azman squinted from the noon light piercing his eyes, that had been shut for god knows how long...
"Hei, you*bblb* ok *blbb*ke? ..*iizz*.."
His head still ringing, senses all f*cked up, but Azman could at least make the shapes of the crowd around him... above him...
He could also hear what seemed to be the rumble of traffic... very slow traffic, very close by. And the occasional angry honk.
He knew the people were calling to him, asking him, but the concussion blotted most of the words. A numbing pain shot through his entire body. Azman winced but no sound came from his mouth...
How badly hurt was he, he didn't know...
"Don't move... We've ca..led an ambul..."
"Jangan remove helmet... jang..."
Ok, so at least he wasn't dead yet. Now what had happened, Azman tried to recollect...
He was turning into the lane to Jalan Pahang... then from his left side... the loud honk from an EX5 and the yell of terror of its rider...
In an instant... the very heavy *Thump!* which smacked every ounce of breath from him... and him off his Suzuki...
Sky... road... sky... road... sky... all he could recall seeing in quick flashes, as his body tumbled...
then blackness...
"Dia bu*bb*kak **bzzz** matalah..."
"**ezz**.. *eblubeleb*... Notchet die yet... ***xwuuu***"
At least that what it sounded. Azman squinted from the noon light piercing his eyes, that had been shut for god knows how long...
"Hei, you*bblb* ok *blbb*ke? ..*iizz*.."
His head still ringing, senses all f*cked up, but Azman could at least make the shapes of the crowd around him... above him...
He could also hear what seemed to be the rumble of traffic... very slow traffic, very close by. And the occasional angry honk.
He knew the people were calling to him, asking him, but the concussion blotted most of the words. A numbing pain shot through his entire body. Azman winced but no sound came from his mouth...
How badly hurt was he, he didn't know...
"Don't move... We've ca..led an ambul..."
"Jangan remove helmet... jang..."
Ok, so at least he wasn't dead yet. Now what had happened, Azman tried to recollect...
He was turning into the lane to Jalan Pahang... then from his left side... the loud honk from an EX5 and the yell of terror of its rider...
In an instant... the very heavy *Thump!* which smacked every ounce of breath from him... and him off his Suzuki...
Sky... road... sky... road... sky... all he could recall seeing in quick flashes, as his body tumbled...
then blackness...
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