The crowd continued to hover around Joe, a silent witness to his plight. Despite the increasing number of onlookers, the collective effort to assist remained conspicuously absent. The urban cacophony—the incessant ringing of phones, the blaring of car alarms, and the distant murmur of conversations—merged into a chaotic symphony that seemed to drown out Joe’s faint, desperate calls for help.
His pulse was weak and erratic, his face growing increasingly pale as time passed. The relentless noise of the city, combined with the indifference of the crowd, created a barrier that isolated Joe from the assistance he so desperately needed.