The L(F)uck of Being Fat

Struggle for... Nothing

"Come on, Tim... answer..." I just phone him back desperately

 But, the answer, is so simple, No answer.

I pray, the first since I wasn't being Alexa's friend, beg God like a beggar, almost cry like a idiot childish one, and bent down like a religious. I'm just scared how it's being. I don't wanna be a betrayer, on other hand I don't wanna be a loser.

Suddenly the phone's ringing. I'm so sure that's Tim, But...

"Hello, here's from 334 Rose at Hospital, Richard unluckily fell down from his bed, and now he is dying here. Please be here 15 mins 'gain, because this is really dangerous, and ...!" Suddenly hung up.

Not just bent down, I knee, and not just almost cry, now I'm crying. This is fuck. I'm depressed. How I can be there for 15 mins? 

Let's do something crazy, drive car reached 180km per hour, that's the way I can be at hospital.
And here's the hindrance, stopped traffic. God!!! I shout desperately. I see my watch, left 10 mins.
And nothing I can't do, besides walking on foot to the destination. Second crazy thing, running within scare with weight-excessived. 

I run acrossing the traffic, this is really struggle, like an adventurer's adventure who across the world through storm and thunder, across river and mountain.* That's how I feel now.

I hope the struggle will be so useful, seeing him safely.
So when I'm there, immadiately visit the room, to see him. But, what? I see him so OK and healthy? I was deceived. But who was ?

*the "too much" words, to really describes how the struggle is.