Vaya… how curious. This is how I am going to die.
Feeling that he could no longer stand up, he began to feel an intense and strange heat, something he had never experienced before, and it was deeply uncomfortable.
When he turned his head to look, he realized a red liquid was pouring from his stomach.
He coughed blood, feeling as if he might vomit his own entrails.
He had done the right thing by jumping to save that little girl from the car that had been speeding toward her.
He began searching for the girl, but he could not find her. All he saw was the car stopped uphill and many people gathering around.
'No… please… I do not want to die. Please, God… I do not want to die.'
Tears threatened to spill. He wanted to stand, but his legs would not respond. He wanted to scream, but no voice came out.
Each time he blinked, the pool of blood seemed to grow without stopping. Panic began to set in.
'This is a dream… right, Mom? Please… wake me up…'
Then, suddenly, the pain disappeared.
He felt as if he were floating, and in that brief moment of clarity, memories began to surface: the first time he rode a bicycle, the day he went to university…
The cold began to rise slowly from his feet.
As he remembered his best moments, his vision blurred until he could no longer see anything. Yet he could still hear the sound of people crying and a siren in the distance.
Before the final silence, he managed to hear someone shout:
"There's a little girl crying over here!"
After that… everything went silent.
In the darkness… something opened its eyes.