The distinct roar of the cargo horn rang in Alina's ear as he drove pass an extravagance transport down her familiar road. She swerved her car into the time-saving lane and kept away from the traffic. She left her vehicle at the carport and went to Zhing's condo.

As she moved toward the entryway, she saw it was somewhat slightly open. Her heart was in her mouth as she considered how to apologize to Zhing. She discreetly pushed the entryway open and understood the parlor was totally vacant and calm. Without a second thought, she went straight into his room. She investigated and saw the lights were on, and the entryway was totally open.

“Gracious… Goodness, he's around”. She breathed out and took a stab at quieting down. She kept away from bursting in and chose to get him out of the room for certain boisterous advances she made.

All her boisterous advances to get him out were futile. She was left with no other choice than to go into the room uproariously. She was puzzled on seeing Zhing with his friend;Katie.

“What?”. Alina hollered with a miserable tone.

Zhing jolted out yet wasn't so surprised since it was all his doing.

Absolute quiet shadowed them until Katie indignantly advanced into the washroom. Zhing stood up and approaches Alina.

“Try not to come near me”. Alina expressed smoothly with a miserable voice.

“I assumed I told her not to contact you at any point in the future or there would be consequences. I did tell her that, didn't I, Zhing? Do you recall me telling her that?”. Alina said with a pathetic voice.

Zhing snickered, “Yes baby, I recall that, obviously.”

Getting a superior look, the gleam from the streetlamps enlightened Katie barely enough for Alina to acknowledge she was over her head. Katie's outfit was perfect, even her cosmetics looked expertly finished. She was the sort of ladies who might knock some people's socks off any place she went. She had all the earmarks of being a similar level as her yet obviously, her profound, rich, dark complexion was without even the smallest flaw. Her almond formed eyes were charming; her full, African lips were pouty and welcoming. Her hair was a thick mass of crimps and twists. It was more obvious that she was Zhing's taste. Alina, at that time, felt all the trepidation and uncertainty of a young lady in secondary school seeking consideration for a kid with the commander of the cheerleading crew.

Trying to figure out the fastest way out of the situation, realizing she was over her head and that they had set her up, Katie started negotiating. “Listen, I’m sorry I came Zhing,” speaking directly to him and entirely ignoring Katie, “I just wanted to talk. . . I. . . I. . . I just needed to make sure that my reputation was safe. That’s all. You have to understand, I just couldn’t take the chance that those videos were going to my family. I. . . I won’t. . . Look, I just want to go home, and I promise I won’t contact you again.”

“Before you get your screw ass out of here, we actually have the video, isn't just astonishing”. Katie said mockingly. Alina pace back and forth wearing a miserable face.

“What is it that you really expect from me…me?”. Alina investigated.

Before Katie could answer, Zhing cut in

“Alina, can you please use the door?, we have nothing in common any longer, didn't I make this unmistakable prior?

“And, for the recordings, I'm erasing them, You have words”. Zhing added.

***

On getting to her vehicle after the show with Zhing, she put on delicate music to quiet down. Right away, her telephone illuminates, it was a notification from her sister;Lee.

“Please, I'm done, could you at any point stop by??? Pleaseeee”.

***

At the onset of dusk, it sounded like symphonic music playing on course notes. Glorious as it was, but diffuse cold chills ran down the spines of citizens. The clock reads faster, and they realized they must be home at the given time.

Alina sat calmly in the vehicle, sitting tight for Wong Lee. When they showed up, they immediately left on their journey back home. The sun started dimming through the breaks in the mists, and murkiness was sneaking in. The day comprised of a couple of sprinkles to a great extent which was barely sufficient to dampen the streets. On the excursion home, Alina was in the driver's seat, while Wong was next to her and Lee was toward the back. They as a whole got lost into their discussions and lived it up, making quips to each other.

Alina watched out for the magenta vehicle directly before them, which appeared to be rushing. Similarly, as she took her eyes off the vehicle and took a gander at Wong to address him, the vehicle before them swerved into the right path. As she thought back onto the street, she looked for the magenta vehicle, however it was at that point in front of two vehicles in the right path. Alina's vision turned around to the street before her. As she did so, her stomach grasped, and she held in her breath as she saw a halted vehicle standing by to turn left around 30 feet

ca. 9 meters

before then. Considerations started flooding into her psyche on the best way to move around the vehicle. As she sought her appropriate for a break course, another vehicle was right alongside her, obstructing the escape. She suddenly pushed on the brakes and all they heard were the tires shrieking, attempting to get a handle onto the tricky street to stop themselves. The expeditious motion as expected resulted into an unfortunate mishap.

Alina floated off to rest briefly and shocked once more into consciousness. The clouding sky is peaceful and fragile, and she finds it magnificent to watch the last glances of mauve and red sink underneath the horizon past the sensitive, moving heaven and earth.

In the vehicle close to her was Wong, straightforwardly behind her, is her lovely sister, Lee. The smooth development of the vehicle is replete and adds to her sluggishness.

“Before long they will show up, and her fatigue will end”[Alina thought].

Up to that point, She will beam goodbye the last light of day and welcome the evening. Again she seems conscious but obviously been dozing, yet she can't remember when or how, it is currently a dull, dark evening, and not generally so consoling as she had expected it to be.

Meanwhile, Wong got to his better half, he also appears to be extremely sluggish. He taps his shoulder, and he fixes to consideration, completely mindful of his environmental elements following a couple of moments. His delicate, clear eyelids and long, light lashes glimmering tenderly as he mumbles delicately.

He saw a light somewhere out there. In a split second, He expected they are close to their objective, until he understood a vehicle is drawing nearer. He shut his eyes calmly, as the vehicle moves toward theirs.

Alina and Wong heard the vehicle horn signaling, its driver shrieking and reviling. Wong was alert and ready to go. He saw the headlights sparkle straightforwardly at him. The shouting is stunning…. They are moving toward them head on. Increasingly close they become.

“Alina!” Wong shouted madly.

He shakes out of his passing nap and their vehicle exciting bends in the road and squirms across the restricted street, before detonating into the vehicle of shouting and signaling.

He was awoken by the sound of alarms. It is light and foggy as he lay underneath a monstrous load of salvaged material. Where he realized that he had skin graft, gnarled, scarred red attachment in his feet and his legs, both of which were broken gravely with a blood splashed on his dress.

Wong was unexpectedly crying awfully, twisting his ridiculous dress… A rescue vehicle joined by the crisis clinical experts showed up. Without lost in time, they were saved. Alina has not very many recollections of the mishap; however, she truly does faintly review a serious yet quieting face as she was delicately lifted out of the vehicle. The paramedic held her hand as she ventured out to the clinic. She felt uneasiness about Lee's condition, however, not misery or even trepidation. She couldn't help suspecting that everyone around her, especially her family, were more unfortunate of what could befall them than she was. Not only that, but she didn't completely accept that it was guilelessness or obliviousness, yet rather a confidence in the capacities of the specialists. Maybe the specialists and her had a quiet bond. Her experience as a youngster ignited a distinct fascination with how they approach pediatric consideration, particularly as it connects with their mental and daily encouragement of kids confronting serious ailments. It was there that she encountered direct the power and sympathy of medication, in mending as well as in uniting far-fetched people, like grown-ups and kids, in exceptional yet significant ways.

Minor irritation of Wong was dealt with, and he got a decent rest… simultaneously, the idea of the vehicle worsen Lee's condition. Dr. Chan Ming with the help from other wellbeing experts searched for potential wounds of support during the fender bender. They request a CT sweep, and they figured out it was a bone break.

Dr. Ming conversed with Lee's family on their appearance. They surrendered to the required a medical procedure and the specialists set up her for open reduction and internal fixation surgery.