CAROLINE'S POV
"Her BP is 100 over 79, heart rate is 89 BPM." I heard a man's voice say. The voice sounded distant, and so did the whir of the sirens above. I didn't quite know what was happening, and I didn't quite have the energy to open my eyes all the way and find out. All I could see through the thin slits of my eyelids was blurriness, and a bright light that made me want so bad to fully shut my eyes, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't move them. So I laid there in confusion, not knowing what had happened, what was currently going on, or why I was in so much pain.
All of the sudden one of my eyelids was being forced open by a latex-covered finger and an even brighter light was being shined into it. Soon the finger retreated and my eyelid slid back down to being open only a slit.
"Her eyes are responsive, no signs of brain damage." The distant voice spoke again. I had concluded that the reason everything was so blurry and distant was because the only thing I was able to focus on at the moment was the searing pain that stretched through the entire left side of my body. It went from the side of my face and all the way down to my left foot. I also noticed a sharp pain in my lower right abdomen, away from all the other pain.
It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, I tried to scream, hoping that it might help. I tried to scream for anyone that might hear, I tried screaming for Taylor, I tried screaming for God, I even tried screaming for just plain help. No sound would come out of my mouth, but I realized that the harder I tried to scream the less distant everything became. And suddenly nothing was distant, and I was screaming, and the reality of my injuries were staggering.
"She's regained consciousness." The not-so-distant voice shouted to the other paramedics in what seemed to be a blood filled ambulance. Three paramedics were trying to calm me down, but I couldn't hear them over the sound of my own scream. I looked down across the left portion of my body, gauze that was already stained red was being pressed down on my arm, and my leg, to top it all off the sharp pain on my right side had increased. That was enough to leave me almost speechless in pain.
"Where's my mom?" I asked in a panic when they had gotten me to rest my head back.
"Where's my mom?" I asked again, needing an answer.
"Listen to me," a woman said, leaning down to get to my level. "It's late, you've been in a car accident, you're in an ambulance on the way to the hospi
tal, we think that your appendix has burst or it's about to, so you need to remain calm. We'll get a hold of your mom when we get to the hospital."
And then some of the pieces fell into place, it was homecoming night and the sharp pain on my right side was my appendix.
Telling someone who is already in an immense amount of pain that their appendix has or is about to burst, but to stay calm is very ineffective. I started trembling and I could hear my heart rate speeding up on the monitor.
But in an instant the pain I felt on my right went away completely, I thought it was a fluke, so I waited a few moments. Nothing came back, now the only parts that hurt were on my left.
"It doesn't hurt over here anymore." I told the woman paramedic, gesturing to where I assumed my appendix was located.
"That means it just burst, there is a brief stage of relief after it bursts, but the doctors at the hospital will need to get it out quickly." The woman said in a surprisingly calm voice.
"My mom," I said, in real tears for the first time. "Call my mom."
"We'll be pulling up to the hospital soon, please stay calm." The woman told me
"Her name is Taylor Swift, please call her." I said, still crying. The woman looked at me strangely and the other paramedics who were applying pressure to my open wounds and monitoring my vitals looked over too.
