It hurts......

His eyes were as heavy as lead, and his attempts to open them were futile, and he could only feel a glimmer of light through his eyelids. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Every muscle in his body was stretched to the extreme, and he protested with difficulty.

His left leg moved slightly, and there was a sharp pain that reached his brain, and he shivered in pain, and opened his eyes suddenly.

There was a patch of blood as it grew, and as the color faded slightly, the surrounding environment came into view.

The cramped compartment had been turned all over, and the front windshield in front of it cracked in a spider web, barely clinging together with only the protective film. His body was strangled to the seat by the seat belt, and he was hanging upside down and couldn't move.

Fumbling with his right hand, he found the seat belt on his side in the darkness, and pressed the socket switch with great effort. Luckily, the safety device was not damaged in the crash, and the restrained body was freed smoothly.

Falling on the roof of the car in obedience and touching the wound on his forehead, he couldn't help but snort in pain.

The back of the head was slimy, and blood was dripping from the top of the head along the ears.

Rub it downwards to let the whole back lean on the roof of the car, and find a suitable relay point for the body. Holding back the pain, he took a deep breath as his right leg slammed into the front windshield!

There was a crisp "bang", and the glass did not detach, but the protective film had protruded a trace of a foot towards the outside of the car.

Accumulate a little strength, and kick it out harder!

"Bang Dang"! Large swaths of glass were carried out of the frame by the adhesive protective film and fell to the ground outside the car, leaving only the last bit of debris in the corners.

He was refreshed, and he didn't care about the shards of glass that had not yet been cleaned up, and with his elbows exerting force, he dragged his body out of the front window and climbed out of the car.

The injury to his left leg has been stimulating the brain to stay awake, but the lost energy is difficult to recuperate. Just poking his head out of the window, he had exhausted what little strength he had left. I couldn't help but stop to catch my breath and regain my strength a little.

The sound of the rope disappeared because of the movement of the body, and in the silence, the originally faint "hissing" sound immediately seemed so harsh. He frowned, listened with bated breath, and suddenly lost his cool on his face! This is clearly the sound of a gasoline leak!

Unable to rest any longer, he squeezed out the last bit of energy in his blood and crawled forward desperately.

His hands were bloodied when he pressed against the peeling glass, his nails were covered in dirt because of the constant clasping of the ground, and even the little nails of his right hand were turned outward in blood. But the voice behind him, which was still clearly audible, was like a thorn in his back, so that he did not dare to relax at all, did not dare to stop the movements of his hands, put himself in a dangerous situation, and gave up the hope of life irresponsibly.

After struggling outward for three or four meters, he no longer had the strength to move even a finger. He used his inertia to straighten his body and lay limply with his face facing the sky.

Squirming his lips and spitting out the weeds and dirt that had just been inadvertently in his mouth, feeling that he was temporarily out of danger and would not suffer fatal injuries even if there was an explosion, he stopped struggling and resigned himself to his fate.

There was a shouting from behind the big slope not far behind. wanted to open his mouth for help, but he never had the strength, he helplessly opened his mouth and opened and closed, only making a dull humming sound, and it couldn't even be heard two meters away. The gutter where I overturned seemed to be a bit hidden, and no one came to check it for a long time.

Is this really going to die here? Heh, I'm really a little unwilling......

It was the middle of summer, and the scorching sun hung in the sky and scorched the earth. The dizziness caused by the massive blood loss seemed to cause him to hallucinate, and he saw the familiar and slightly unfamiliar figure in the sunlight that was shining directly into his eyes.

"Sunny, Mianae, I miss you so much......"

She tried to reach out her right hand to touch her face, but she only smiled and leaned back, dodging her own hand.

Tears oozed from his eyes, slipped from the corners of his eyes, and flowed down his face. His lips trembled, and he looked at his beloved connections, and his eyes were filled with endless attachment and unwillingness.

I don't know if it was this phantom that gave him the last encouragement, or where the strength came from, he let out the last roar of his life in his throat, and the empty wasteland immediately echoed with a terrible cry.

A shout of delight came from the hillside: "Found it, here!" He was a little more excited, and soon he felt the ground shake caused by someone running. The visitor trotted to his side, first gasping in horror from his injuries, and then immediately calming down and methodically starting to do some first aid.

Two more people also ran down and stood to the side, anxiously calling for an ambulance. The vernacular accent of the dialect that is different from Seoul sounds a little familiar to him.

The heart was squeezed a few times, and the blood supply came up to give him a little room to think. "Saved!" Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and as soon as his mind relaxed, he lowered his eyelids and tried to pass out.

"Patient Nim, can't sleep!" The person who was still doing first aid shouted anxiously: "I can't wake up if I fall asleep!" However, his efforts to control this sleepiness were in vain, and his consciousness still inevitably wanted to fall into the abyss.

Suddenly, two dry, warm hands held his eyelids and tried to pull them open. Feeling a little refreshed, his vision blurred for a while, then cleared. I saw a man removing his hand from his face and holding his own hand hanging by his side.

The man lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Did you give up like this?" Your life? ”

What, what? Song Jong-hyuk's eyes were a little dilated again, and with the only remaining will, he asked such a question with his eyes.

"Answer me!" The man frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Song Jonghyuk's unresponsiveness: "Do you want to give up your life like this?" Don't you struggle to make it back? ”

I don't want to! I don't want to give up! My life, my future!

Without saying it at all, the man seemed to already know what he was thinking. With a low chuckle, he asked unhurriedly, "So, do you want me to save you?" Or do I want me to give you life again? ”

"Help me...... Please help me......"

His lips snorted, and he trembled and let out a faint cry for help.

"It's a bit tedious, but it's not okay to ask clearly. Are you sure you want me to save you? Get a new life, no matter what it takes? ”

With the last of his strength, he fluttered his eyelids in agreement.

Whatever you mean, stop talking nonsense, come on.

"So, deal?" There was a hint of joy in the man's tone, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked. Before he could think about it, a sharp pain from the soul came out from the depths of his brain, and his body, which had lost his strength, shrank into a ball in response. Biting his lip hard, he endured, but his exhausted spirit barely resisted, and fell into a protective sleep.

I faintly heard the bell of the ambulance, and then there was an eternal darkness.

(Note: (1) Mianai, the flat word for "sorry" in Korean.) (2) Nim, an honorific title in Korean. (3) Hey Siba, a curse word in Korean. ）