~bloody rose~

i went to physio class today... the moment i stepped at lubyanka to interchange to the purple line), smell of flowers stung my nose.. i saw a lot of people, walking with their hung heads, carrying flowers towards a small memorial in the middle of the station... the sight was just too solemn..

to make things worse, some of my friends were involved.. 1 of them was my room mate too.. its the 2nd day, i visited them,and brought some food for my room mate.. he will be discharged soon.. but still it was his last year here.. things just had to go wrong...

i still remember how much fear i felt that morning.. trying to contact both my room mates.. i saw them leaving earlier that day.. and right after the incidents.. i been trying to contact them, to no avail.. the government was hampering the lines, and the line were overloaded as well... finally i got through to david, who told me he is in the hospital at that time.. but couldnt contact andrew at all.. finally he showed up at the door, panting, due to walking for some time, as all mode of transport became difficult.. i thought the worse had happened to them..

we both then went to the hospital, it was one of our uni's hospital.. and it wasnt during the visiting hours.. we showed our student pass, and brought our white coats... and went in as medical staffs..

hopefully things would be normal after this..