From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 407: A sudden Accident

Dayo stepped out of the building with his phone still in his hand, thumb hovering over a message he had not replied yet. The conversation inside had run longer than expected, and the air outside felt heavier than it should have. Late afternoon in Lagos carried a different kind of noise. Not rushed like morning, not loose like night. It was crowded with movement, with people trying to get somewhere before the day fully closed.

Sharon walked a few steps behind him, finishing a call as she followed. He didn’t look back, but he knew she was there. The car was already waiting by the curb, engine running, driver leaning slightly forward over the wheel, watching the road for an opening in the traffic.

The street was active.

Hawkers moved between cars, tapping on windows, lifting items up for drivers to see. Okadas cut through narrow spaces, ignoring lanes that didn’t really exist. A school bell rang faintly from somewhere nearby, and the effect was immediate. Children started appearing in small groups, uniforms mixed with dust and movement, voices louder than everything else around them.

Dayo’s steps slowed slightly as he approached the car. Not because he was tired. Just because the environment shifted his attention.

Students.

Different ages. Some in pairs. Some alone. Some laughing, some already focused on getting home. A few stood near the edge of the road, waiting for a chance to cross through the moving traffic.

It was normal too normal like they had gotten used to this and it becqme part of their life to cross the road that way.

Sharon ended her call and slipped her phone into her bag. "We’re heading straight back or you still want to stop by the studio?"

Dayo didn’t answer immediately. His eyes were on the road now, watching how the students were trying to cross. Cars didn’t stop. They slowed sometimes, but not enough to give space. The children adjusted, stepping forward, stepping back, reading gaps the way they had probably learned to do every day.

"Let’s go back," he said finally, opening the car door.

He had one foot inside when it happened.

The sound came first.

Not loud.

But sharp enough to cut through everything else.

A sudden brake.

A short screech.

Then impact.

Dayo turned instantly.

One of the students had stepped forward at the wrong time. The car that hit him wasn’t speeding recklessly, but it wasn’t slow enough either. The front of the vehicle caught him and threw him forward onto the road.

For a second, everything paused.

Then the noise came back all at once.

Shouting.

Someone screaming.

People moving in different directions at the same time.

The driver of the car stepped out immediately, hands already raised, speaking fast, trying to explain something nobody was listening to.

Dayo was already moving.

He didn’t think about it. He didn’t look at Sharon. He didn’t say anything.

He crossed the distance quickly, pushing past two people who had stopped at the edge instead of stepping in. The student was on the ground, not moving properly, one leg twisted at an angle that didn’t look right.

A small crowd started forming.

But nobody touched him.

People stood close.

They talked.

They reacted.

But they didn’t act after all they were suprised and cautious this was too sudden and they have learnt to mind their business as they felt there noting they could do.

Meanwhil Dayo thought otherwise and dropped into a crouch beside the student, eyes scanning quickly. He didn’t rush his hands. He checked breathing first. The boy was conscious, barely, eyes open but unfocused, trying to respond to everything happening around him.

"You can hear me?" Dayo said, steady, not loud.

The boy blinked.

That was enough.

Dayo looked up sharply. "Move back."

His voice cut through the noise differently.

Not louder.

Just direct even a sip or dark aura came out.

A few people stepped back without realizing why they felt the chills and did what was best.

He turned his attention to the driver of the car that had hit the student. The man was still talking, still explaining, still trying to control the situation with words.

"Open your back door," Dayo shouted at him looking at him with dead eyes..

The man froze for a second, confused.

"NOW JARA !!!."

That was all it took.

The man moved quickly, rushing to his car and pulling the back door open after all nobody care who was at fault if the student died he would be to blame there was no going back so he hurried.

Dayo adjusted his position carefully, one hand supporting the student’s head, the other stabilizing his body as much as he could without making it worse. He didn’t lift immediately. He looked once more, making sure the boy was still responsive.

His days in the force had thought him a lot so he did the necessary without thinking twice.

Then he moved.

It wasn’t clean.

It wasn’t perfect.

But it was controlled.

Another man stepped forward, finally deciding to help. Together, they lifted the student and placed him into the back seat.

"Which hospital is closest?" Dayo asked without looking at anyone in particular.

"General hospital, just down the road," someone answered.

Dayo nodded once and got into the back seat beside the student.

The driver hesitated for half a second before starting the engine.

"Drive."

The car pulled into traffic immediately.

Dayo turned his head and said to Sharon. " Follow the car let the convoy clear the road and put on the siren."

Sharon was already moving behind them, calling someone as she got into the second car. Her voice was calm, but fast. "We’re heading to the hospital. Get ahead and make sure they’re ready."

Inside the car, the noise from outside faded into something distant.

Dayo kept one hand steady on the student, watching his breathing, making sure he stayed conscious. The boy’s eyes moved slightly, trying to focus, trying to understand what was happening.

"You’re fine," Dayo said, not loudly, but clearly enough to cut through the confusion.

The boy didn’t respond.

But he didn’t lose consciousness either

That was enough.

Although the pain could be seen on his young face with tears falling without been able to utter a word not because he was injured in the mouth but due to lack of strength.

The drive didn’t take long, but it felt longer than it should have. Every delay at a junction, every slow-moving car in front of them felt like it mattered more than usual.

But they arrived fatsre due to the siren and convoy that Sharon set ahead to clear the road.

When they arrived, Dayo stepped out first, already opening the back door before the car fully stopped.

"Help!"

This time, people moved faster.

Two hospital staff rushed forward with a stretcher. They didn’t ask questions immediately. They saw enough to understand urgency they quickly bought a bed.

The student was transferred quickly and taken inside.

Dayo followed without hesitation.

Inside the hospital, the environment shifted again.

Bright lights.

Controlled movement.

Different kind of urgency.

Doctors took over immediately, voices lower but sharper, instructions moving between them without confusion. They didn’t need explanations. They needed space and time.

Dayo stepped back slightly, allowing them to work.

A nurse approached him.

"Who brought him in?"

"I did."

She nodded. "We’ll take it from here."

Dayo didn’t leave.

He stood there, watching as they moved the student into a different section, doors closing behind them.

Sharon arrived a few minutes later, walking in quickly but not panicked.

"He’s inside?" she asked.

Dayo nodded.

"They’re attending to him."

She exhaled once, then looked around briefly before lowering her voice.

"You okay?"

Dayo didn’t answer immediately.

His eyes were still on the direction they had taken the boy.

"I’m fine."

But his tone was different.

Not shaken.

Not emotional.

Just... still his thoughts were going crazy left and right the sight of blood brought back memories of his old life and his lost comrades.

Sharon studied him for a second, then didn’t press further.

They waited.

Time moved slower in that space.

Not because nothing was happening, but because they were no longer in control of anything. The doctors were working behind closed doors. The noise from outside didn’t reach them here. Everything was contained.

After a while, a nurse returned.

"He’s stable," she said.

Dayo nodded once.

"Any major damage?"

"We’re still checking, but he’s responding well."

That was enough.

Sharon let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Dayo didn’t say anything.

He just stood there, processing it.

Not the hospital.

Not the doctors.

But the moment before.

The road.

The students.

The way it had happened so easily.

So quickly.

Like it wasn’t new.

Like it had happened before.

And would happen again.

He looked down at his hands briefly, then back up again.

The noise of the outside world started to feel distant again, like it belonged somewhere else entirely.

And for the first time since it happened, he stayed still long enough to actually think about it.

A/N: I am back not leaving thansk for your support this few days