car here.”
“Get in my car,” he ordered. I followed him to his car. Upset I reached for the handle and my headache went from something mild to this profound throbbing. My body turned hot and a huge wave of nausea hit me. I felt me legs give.
Ryan
I was on the other side of the car, there was no way I could have gotten to her in time. She collapsed, I let her fall.
Damn it! I let her fall!
Panic mode set in I ran over to the other side of my car to find her fragile body laying on the ground with a small pool of blood collecting around her head. “Wake-up,” I said to her as I began shaking her but her eyes didn’t open. I moved her upper body so I could cradled her in my arms, blood was starting to go everywhere. My car door was still open on her side and I reached into my pocket grabbing my phone, I dialled 911.
When the ambulance came the first attendant looked at me and said to his partner, “He moved her.”
Why did I move her? They always say never to move the victim unless they are in danger. They taught me that. I did it anyway. I just didn’t want her to be lying on that cold hard ground. I told her I would never let her get hurt and thats exactly what I did. She was hurt.
The first attendant was reaching in the back of the ambulance for the stretcher and the second one looked at me, “Can you tell us what happened?” He was lifting her off me while he waited for me to speak and scramble out from underneath her. They were going to place her on their stretcher. I didn’t want to let go of her. I had to let go of her. It was the hardest thing I ever did, but I forced myself to let go of her.
I was afraid that when I opened my mouth to talk to the paramedics my voice would crack or worse I would act upset but I managed to put words together,“I don’t know, we were getting in the car and when I looked over, she wasn’t there. Her head must have hit something sharp on my car door, she’s bleeding.” They grabbed white cling wrap from their truck and the first attendant held her head steady while the other one wrapped it in efforts to stop or slow the bleeding down before bracing her head in case she had any neck injury.
The first attendant began doing her vital signs. He felt for her pulse and then started taking her blood pressure. The other one recorded everything on a pad he kept in his pocket, “BP 74/44, Heart rate 50, respirations 10, 02 Sat 88. We’ll start an infusion of normal saline now and put her on 100% when she’s in the truck.” The second attendant wrapped a blue band around her arm and then inserted an intravenous catheter into her arm. The second attendant primed the line attaching a bag of normal saline to her. Then they transferred her onto the stretcher covering her and buckling her in, “Can I come with you?” I pleaded.
The attendant looked at me, “Sure you can, or you can follow us to Toronto General.” They slid her into the back of the truck and one of the attendants jumped in with her and placed an oxygen mask over her face.
Pull yourself together, she’s in good hands now, I told myself. “ Ok, I’ll follow.” They put her into the ambulance. I closed the car door on her side and then got into my car.
I tried dialling her house to tell her parents what happened but there was no answer so I left a message. I called my mother and gave her a quick rendition of what happened so she could try to get in touch with Dalia’s mom while I stayed with her at the hospital. I forced myself to drive calmly even though I just wanted to floor it the entire way.
When I got there, they had already taken her in to an examining room. They were in the midst of transferring her onto a stretcher when I caught a glimpse of her eyes opening, “She’s awake!” I exclaimed.
They finished the transfer and a nurse attached a portable blood pressure machine to her arm to take her vitals again. The ambulance were reporting the events that took place in the field to the
“Get in my car,” he ordered. I followed him to his car. Upset I reached for the handle and my headache went from something mild to this profound throbbing. My body turned hot and a huge wave of nausea hit me. I felt me legs give.
Ryan
I was on the other side of the car, there was no way I could have gotten to her in time. She collapsed, I let her fall.
Damn it! I let her fall!
Panic mode set in I ran over to the other side of my car to find her fragile body laying on the ground with a small pool of blood collecting around her head. “Wake-up,” I said to her as I began shaking her but her eyes didn’t open. I moved her upper body so I could cradled her in my arms, blood was starting to go everywhere. My car door was still open on her side and I reached into my pocket grabbing my phone, I dialled 911.
When the ambulance came the first attendant looked at me and said to his partner, “He moved her.”
Why did I move her? They always say never to move the victim unless they are in danger. They taught me that. I did it anyway. I just didn’t want her to be lying on that cold hard ground. I told her I would never let her get hurt and thats exactly what I did. She was hurt.
The first attendant was reaching in the back of the ambulance for the stretcher and the second one looked at me, “Can you tell us what happened?” He was lifting her off me while he waited for me to speak and scramble out from underneath her. They were going to place her on their stretcher. I didn’t want to let go of her. I had to let go of her. It was the hardest thing I ever did, but I forced myself to let go of her.
I was afraid that when I opened my mouth to talk to the paramedics my voice would crack or worse I would act upset but I managed to put words together,“I don’t know, we were getting in the car and when I looked over, she wasn’t there. Her head must have hit something sharp on my car door, she’s bleeding.” They grabbed white cling wrap from their truck and the first attendant held her head steady while the other one wrapped it in efforts to stop or slow the bleeding down before bracing her head in case she had any neck injury.
The first attendant began doing her vital signs. He felt for her pulse and then started taking her blood pressure. The other one recorded everything on a pad he kept in his pocket, “BP 74/44, Heart rate 50, respirations 10, 02 Sat 88. We’ll start an infusion of normal saline now and put her on 100% when she’s in the truck.” The second attendant wrapped a blue band around her arm and then inserted an intravenous catheter into her arm. The second attendant primed the line attaching a bag of normal saline to her. Then they transferred her onto the stretcher covering her and buckling her in, “Can I come with you?” I pleaded.
The attendant looked at me, “Sure you can, or you can follow us to Toronto General.” They slid her into the back of the truck and one of the attendants jumped in with her and placed an oxygen mask over her face.
Pull yourself together, she’s in good hands now, I told myself. “ Ok, I’ll follow.” They put her into the ambulance. I closed the car door on her side and then got into my car.
I tried dialling her house to tell her parents what happened but there was no answer so I left a message. I called my mother and gave her a quick rendition of what happened so she could try to get in touch with Dalia’s mom while I stayed with her at the hospital. I forced myself to drive calmly even though I just wanted to floor it the entire way.
When I got there, they had already taken her in to an examining room. They were in the midst of transferring her onto a stretcher when I caught a glimpse of her eyes opening, “She’s awake!” I exclaimed.
They finished the transfer and a nurse attached a portable blood pressure machine to her arm to take her vitals again. The ambulance were reporting the events that took place in the field to the
Similar Books
