Jonathan's Accident Tragedy

"Goodbye, Aluna. Don't be late for work, otherwise—" Crash! Agatha's heart felt almost detached as the sound of a hard object hitting resonated painfully in her ears. Agatha, who had just crossed the street, reflexively ended the phone call and quickly turned around. "Oh my God! Oh no!" Upon realizing what had happened right in front of her, Agatha let out a loud scream and immediately covered her mouth. "What is this?" Agatha's voice almost choked in her throat as she witnessed the accident right in front of her. If she hadn't crossed quickly, would the truck that collided be with her instead of the luxurious car now looking severely wrecked? Wait, but it seemed Agatha recognized the owner of the car. "No, no. It can't be." Agatha's heart suddenly raced. Slowly, her feet moved towards the crowd, hoping her assumption about the car owner was hugely incorrect. With a firm grip on her phone, Agatha arrived in front of a man who lay bloody next to his severely wrecked car. "It's you, right—" Agatha couldn't continue her sentence when she realized that the person was indeed Jonathan Byhantara. "Ambulance. I have to call an ambulance!" Trembling, with a sweaty face and trembling hands, Agatha quickly dialed a few numbers on her phone. People around who heard Agatha's shout immediately snapped out of their surprise and hurried to call the police. Meanwhile, Agatha had already contacted the hospital. Now she sat exhausted. Although her hatred towards the man had not disappeared, Agatha couldn't bear to see him in a dreadful state. Agatha gently tapped Jonathan's cheek while encouraging him to endure. Agatha didn't cry, but her chest felt heavy. Memories of the past incident resurfaced like a broken tape that made Agatha dizzy. In a trembling state, Agatha tried to maintain her composure while waiting for help to arrive. Most of the people around Jonathan began to understand the seriousness of this situation. Agatha, now in a weakened state, continued to try to provide reassurance to the unconscious Jonathan. "You have to persevere, Mr. Jonathan. Help will come soon," Agatha whispered, trying to keep her tone stable despite her racing heart. When the ambulance arrived, medical personnel immediately took charge of the situation. Agatha provided a brief report on the incident, and Jonathan was swiftly taken into the ambulance. Agatha's gaze continued to follow the steps of the busy medical staff around Jonathan. Unable to bear seeing him in such a state, Agatha tried to calm herself. "This is a humane obligation. I have to stay strong," she murmured to herself, even though her heart was still filled with tension and unexplainable emotions. While Jonathan was being taken to the hospital, Agatha sat on the sidewalk, reflecting. Memories of the past incident continued to haunt her mind, creating a connection between this incident and the bitter memories she had tried to forget. No tears flowed from Agatha's eyes, but the tightness in her chest grew. Now, amidst this accident, Agatha found herself involved in something larger than vengeance and personal feelings. Perhaps, it was time to forgive and seek peace within a heart that had long been filled with pain. Agatha took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotional waves crashing over her. Her face reflected an intense inner struggle. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to grasp tranquility amidst the chaos of her mind. Upon reopening her eyes, Agatha saw her surroundings bustling with people and vehicles. The increasingly red evening sky provided a contrasting background to her tumultuous emotions. Recalling the tragic accident of her parents, Agatha grasped her own hand, trying to calm her increasingly rapid heartbeat. "Enough, Agatha," she murmured to herself. "This is not the time to dwell in the shadows of the past." Although sadness and trauma still lingered in her memory, Agatha tried to rise from her seat on the sidewalk. She knew that finding peace within herself was the first step towards healing. With slow steps, Agatha got up, determined to continue, even though bitter memories still haunted her. Despite her heart beating rapidly and not yet fully calm, Agatha waved her hand to stop a taxi that would take her to the hospital where Jonathan was. Her hands felt cold, and her legs shook weakly when she sat inside. Agatha got out of the taxi with hurried steps at the hospital's entrance. Her heart was racing, and anxiety colored her expression visibly. Her steps were directed towards the hospital entrance, and when she entered the corridor, the distinctive smell of the medical environment greeted her. With strong determination, Agatha approached the information desk. "Excuse me, I'm looking for information about Jonathan Byhantara, who was just brought here," she said with a voice reflecting concern. The information officer glanced at the computer and searched for information. "Please wait a moment," he said while typing on the keyboard. For a moment that felt like hours, the officer finally provided the information Agatha had been waiting for. "Jonathan Byhantara has just been taken to the intensive care unit. His condition is critical, and doctors are doing their best to care for him," the officer explained sympathetically. Feeling her chest tightening, Agatha thanked the information officer and moved towards the family waiting room. In her heart, her prayers continued to flow, and she felt the need to offer as much support as possible to Jonathan. The quiet waiting room witnessed the haunting uncertainty Agatha felt. She sat on one of the chairs, trying to calm herself and strengthen her resolve. Meanwhile, her phone trembled in her hand as she hoped for good news as soon as possible. The doctor delivered a serious message to Agatha, stressing the urgent need for action. "We need to perform surgery on Jonathan immediately. We require a significant supply of blood for this procedure." Agatha felt her world momentarily stop. Anxiety and uncertainty haunted her, but without hesitation, she nodded and replied, "I will donate my blood, Doctor." Shortly after, the compatibility examination process began, and Agatha learned that her blood matched the requirements needed. Although thoughts of Jonathan's hatred towards her lingered in her mind, a sense of responsibility and empathy overcame everything else. Soon after, Agatha found herself in the blood donation chair. The needle piercing her vein bore witness to her sincerity in giving a part of herself for Jonathan. Although her face was pale, her determination never wavered. After finishing the blood donation, Agatha felt exhausted. The doctor and nurses provided adequate care for her. Biting her lip to suppress her fatigue, Agatha asked the nurse, "How is his condition? Will the operation be successful?" The nurse tried to provide a bit of relief. "The doctor is doing their best, and your blood donation was very helpful. Hopefully, the operation will go smoothly." Agatha sat in the waiting room, waiting for further information. Although unpleasant memories of the past continued to haunt her, at this moment, the only thing on her mind was Jonathan's safety. Agatha felt her hands trembling as she held her phone. In the silence of the hospital waiting room, she decided to contact Jayden. With mixed emotions, Agatha dialed Jayden's number and waited with bated breath. "Hello, Jayden." Agatha's voice sounded soft and hoarse across the connection.