Me, A Coward

This incident has been haunting me for more than a month now.

I was in a bus going home from work and generally lost in my own thoughts. As it was quite late, the bus was not crowded. Suddenly I heard someone groaning very loudly. First I thought it something had fallen and did not pay attention to it. But when I turned around, I saw that a man in his 50s was unconscious. He was sitting on a seat and a young chap next to him was trying to revive him. some 4-5 people were trying to help him. Someone was rubbing his chest, others were rubbing his feet etc. Nobody could make out whether he was breathing or not. The bus was in a forest area and could not stop at a hospital/clinic.

I had a bottle of water in my bag and I had this urge to go and splash water on his face or offer it to him to drink. Maybe that would've helped him.

But I did not get up. For some reason, I just sat there and watched all this. I don't think anybody else had any water with them. Else someone would've surely have offered it to him.

I just sat there and after my stop came, I got off the bus. before getting off, I looked behind and the man was sill unconscious. Maybe he was taken to the doctor later. maybe he was OK and nothing serious happened to him.

But what if he was dead? What if he would've been alright if I had offered water to him? Why didn't I just get up and splash some on his face to revive him? It would not have cost me anything. Then why? usually I am quite helpful even to strangers. then why didn't I do it then? am I really a coward but pretend to be otherwise? What if it was one of my family members instead of the man travelling on the bus alone and no one came to his/her help if god forbid something like this ever happened to them?

I just cant seem to shake of this guilt feeling.