The neon light in the long hospital corridor blinded me, as a ringing sound trilled in my ears.
I looked down and saw my clothes, hands, and face were soaked in blood.
As a surgeon sewed 10 stitches above my temple, I tried to fish out some shreds of memory from the night before – December 16, 2023.
The last memory I had was finishing a shift at a London and untying my bike to cycle home around 2am.
Then I woke up in hospital.
I had to piece together what happened in between from the passerby who helped me, as well as CCTV footage I obtained months later.
It normally took me 15 minutes to cycle from the bar to my home in Stoke Newington, and there’s usually hardly any traffic at that hour.
But after a traffic light I had stopped at turned green, a car turned left into the road and hit the rear wheel …