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Prologue
I slowly open my eyes,sounds are muffled, my whole body is screaming in pain and there are shards of glass everywhere. I try to turn my head to look at Betsy, but she’s not sitting in the driver’s seat anymore and there’s a large hole in the windshield. My body jerks as I pull against the seatbelt that I’m wearing, but it’s not releasing me.
My hand goes to my pants pocket and finds my phone. I dial for Dane, my best friend. My vision is blurry, but as I squint my eyes I can barely make out a form several feet in front of the car. In the distance, I hear sirens as my hearing comes back to me.
I need to get to her, she needs me!
On the form in front of the car, I see a part of the blue dress that Betsy was wearing, and I fight the vomit wanting to come out. My vision suddenly is crowded by tears and a strange noise comes out of my throat.
I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose as I suck in air.
“Hey buddy, can you tell us where you are right now?” Dane asks me over the phone.
Forgetting that I dialed him, my voice is gravelly as I speak. “On the side of the 15, the police and ambulance are on the way…” I try to move my leg but the excruciating pain that follows the movement makes me cry out in pain. “Crash… blood… glass…Bets!”
“Max, I need you to stay on the phone with me buddy. Where is Betsy?” Dane asks.
“I don’t… I don’t know….” The sirens are louder now and I hear the shuffling of feet coming closer, faint yelling from several people as the passenger door opens.
“Sir, we’re going to need to get you out of there. Sir, can you understand me?” I’m looking at the paramedic, but I don’t see him – he’s a blob of a person. I can hear him, but I’m not able to speak to him. I’m feeling faint as I mumble Betsy’s name.
“Sir, can you open your eyes for me?” A voice requests.
The voice then says to someone else presumably next to him. “He’s on the phone.”
Then closer to the phone and we assume to Max the voice asks; “Sir, may we see your telephone?”
I hand over the phone without realizing it.
“Hello, I’m Officer Daniels. Who am I speaking with?” The voice says into my phone, just beside me. “Sir, your friend has been in a collision with an 18-wheeler and another vehicle. It appears the driver was discharged from the vehicle during said collision. Your friend, Max appears to be fine, but we will be taking him and the driver via ambulance to Mercy.” Officer Daniels explains as he’s silent, listening to Dane speak on the other end. “I cannot confirm nor deny sir. We have someone attending to the individual right now.”
I feel a bit of release as the seatbelt is cut and I’m freed from the confines. Then hands are grasping my arms and as they pull me out of the car, the world goes black.
