Sirens wailed loudly all around, and coloured lights flashed when Baekhyun opened his eyes again. He was flat on his back on the road, paramedics on either side of him. Wasn't that dangerous? There was bound to be broken glass.

A man leaned over him, calling, “Sir. Sir! Can you hear me?”

Baekhyun sat up with a groan. “I'm alright.”

“Hang on, kid. We're getting you out of here.” Another medic lowered a gurney to rest on its wheels.

“No, really.” Baekhyun shook his head. “I'm okay.” He felt fine, but the taxi certainly didn't. It was completely mangled within the dent it made in the company van that, in turn, was quite attached to a traffic light post that bent over them like a doting mother over her babies.

The paramedics ignored his protests, kneeling by his side with large bags of supplies. A woman reached towards him, and her hands passed right through his chest.