Stepping out of my car to go see exactly what I just got myself into, it was a boy, he was still holding onto his toy, but he's unconscious or maybe dead, his head was bleeding and a woman was holding him down there, crying, trying to revive him, she stood up there immediately she saw me, ran to me and started hitting me, hitting my Chest, releasing all her pain onto me.
My mind was still lost, head empty like it was nothing but an empty kettle, I just realized what I did, I just hit down a little boy and his Mom was now in distress. I felt my collar grabbed, I don't know who was grabbing them, I wasn't looking at the face, rather my eyes were on the unconscious boy on the floor.
“ I'll Fucking beat your brains back into your head, Fucking stick yourself out of oblivion and take this kid to a hospital!!!....”
The person before me shouted at me, my attention now back to him to see it was one of the people gathering here to witness what just happened.
Hospital, hospital, yes.... I should take him to the hospital, I should Fucking take this kid to the hospital, what am I doing?. The voice in my head was speaking and I was quite dull to carry out the command it was giving to me, my actions to slow as I was trying to catch myself from the shock of what I just did.
I went and carried the unconscious boy, put him gently into the back seat and brought the woman in who seems to be his mother, I drove out as I changed my direction from the police station, here I come.... Hospital.
Carrying the boy on my body, I was running into the hospital, the Mom probably behind me, but due to my agility as a man and her agony as a woman whose son's life was in danger, she was quite slower behind me. 
The nurse took the boy from me as they took her into a room, almost every nurse in the area running into the same room, the woman wanted to run in too, but I was the one who held her back, knowing that she's not to be allowed in, no matter how depressed she might've been about the condition of her son, she fought to pass through but I just held her back, trying to keep her out of entering that room, before she gave up, she hit her fist forcefully, three times in my Chest before ending it with a slap to my face, she left me standing there as she was still grieving, gently walking to the nearby bench and sat down.
Her beating really hurt, I just had to withstand the pain because I deserve it, I sure deserve it, I deserve a good beating for my stupidity, for adding to someone's problem as well as mine. The incident at home has left my mind for the moment, focused on the little boy I just knocked down, a boy probably as the same age with my son Daniel.
I didn't went to sit, I just stood there in front of the door, eyes staring at the grieving woman, the pain stuck in my heart, really hate myself for putting her through this, a woman who doesn't know who I was moments ago and yet my first encounter with her, I caused her grief.
I never left the place I stood, not as if she will run back in there if I walk away, but it's just that I don't believe rest should be given to me, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve peace, not after I took someone else's peace away. Why did I let this happen?, Why wasn't I looking well on the road as I drive?, Am I even the only one that have gone through something like this?.
I was angry and pissed off when I was driving to the station, but now I'm sorry and humbled for giving someone worse pain than mine, at least I still got my family and as well as an intruder in my apartment. I know that I can't stand here forever, I haven't gotten to apologize yet, I haven't actually spoken to her or consoled her, just standing here thinking of my own shit, causing trouble everywhere I go, messing up my family because I wasn't always there, about losing my wife totally to Men out there, and now have just gotten someone's child into the hospital, all because I wasn't thinking straight, I wasn't on my right senses.
“ I never planned this, I never saw this coming, it's all my fault and I can't seem to do anything to turn back the hands of time, I am just a fool who's messed up, I just can't understand what I am going through right now, please I want you to understand how sorry I am.....”
“ Understand?, You say you want me to understand, my son is in there fighting for his life and you say that I should understand..... Looking from your outlook, you was probably drinking and driving, see how rigid you're, don't you have common sense at all, if anything was to happen to my son, I'll make sure you rot in jail, I promise!....”
She cried, knocking on the bench she sat on to seal his threat. Fresh tears are beginning to flow down her cheeks, like she was going back through the feelings on how things got to happen in the first place. I was left speechless, my lips sealed, can't find the words to apologize or console her, I just don't know what to do, I'm stranded and confused, and at this point needs help. 
I just went to the other side of the bench which wasn't even long apart, just two sitters in our middle will fill up the bench, I just rested my head and closed my eyes. Oh God, what is happening?.