I waited for the lights to turn green, and as I turned onto the road, I heard a crash and a hard jolt on my right. The force pulled my body to the left, something hit my head then I blacked out.

I woke up and heard shouting. The windscreen was spiderwebbed and through it I saw a couple screaming at each other. A hard knock on the driver’s side window. Slowly, I wound it down.

Are you all right? Can you open the door?

An old Chinese face looked kindly down at me.

My arm hurt, but I got the door open, unclicked the seatbelt and tried to get out of the car.

His eyes flicked with concern when he saw my belly and he started dialling his handphone.

I am going to call an ambulance. Are you feeling okay? Is there anyone I can call? Your husband?

The young woman was now hitting the man she was with. I could not make out anything they were saying. There was a small crowd gathering and we were blocking traffic. Cars started honking impatiently. I nodded at the man, who had taken my hand and was guiding me out of the crowd. A police siren edged closer, scaring the couple. The girl went hysterical when she saw me.

You fucking piece of shit! Look what you did! She’s pregnant, you fucking idiot!

Then she ran towards me. Her eyes were completely glazed. She was obviously high.

Are you okay? So sorry…are you all right?

I sat down on the pavement. My elbow throbbed. I could not turn my head to the left. My neck felt sprained. There were police, faces peering at me. An ambulance. Then Omar. His crazed eyes. Being lifted onto a stretcher, oxygen. Hospital doors. Lights. Darkness.

When I woke up again, I saw Papa and Omar on either side of the bed. Sumi almost tripped coming through the door.

She’s awake! Then a furtive kiss from Omar. Papa grabbed my hand. Sumi squeezed my other hand until it hurt.

The baby’s fine, she’s fine. Not a scratch, no distress at all.

Papa shrank into his chair. He hated hospitals. His face was pale with fright. Another car crash. Sumi took him home after the doctor came and said that I could leave the next day. Then it was just me and Omar. I didn’t know what he was going to say. His back was to me and when he turned, his face was contorted with pain.

Del, when I got that call, I punched a wall. I know it wasn’t your fault, but why? Why, for god’s sake, did you go out? The baby is two weeks away, what were you thinking?

He was a mess. I sighed. I didn’t feel like saying anything because there was nothing to say. It was a senseless accident. The car was hit by a teenage boy, off his head, high as an elephant on ketamine. It was not my fault. But Omar needed to rant.