I twisted while I was skidding down the floor. That's where I got those extra scratches at the side.
I doesn't look much but it hurts now. I sprained my thumb and my palm meat is mushed.
Watching the accident happen, a by-stander was taken aback but got to check out on me after a couple of minutes. I could see gasoline flowing out of Shiela's tank. But I just couldn't get myself to stand up straight and tend to her. I don't know about my adrenaline but I certainly feel the pain. I'm glad the by-stander came by. He was asking some questions but none of his words come clear to me, so I just said, "I'm okay" and he stopped. He noticed the liquid running out of my bike and lifted it immediately. I know Shiela's heavy and it takes some technique to get her to stand, so I helped. He left after that. Blood oozing from my wounds, I had to check if I can still ride Shiela at both our state. Hand brake's broken, tank dented, foot brake a bit deformed, but she can still manage to get me home. It's all up to my driving now.
I got home, washed my palms, only to find out I'm out of alcohol. How I'll manage to clean the rest of my wounds? I don't know. I could only slap some gauze pads for now. At least until a pharmacy opens nearby. I don't even know where the nearest pharmacy is.
It's a Saturday. I still have to work. But I was looking forward to travel for photography after that. I could have still enjoyed Sunday. But at this state, I doubt I'd even want to go out a kilometer away from my room.
I know I'm still lucky compared to many motorcycle accidents. I know it's my fault for not driving carefully. I hope I don't have to go through a more grave situation before I learn my lesson.