Paul is death (my version)

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POV Paul

It was very hot around me when I regained consciousness.
I tasted blood in my mouth and spat out a pair my front teeth. Fuck. I vaguely noticed that my car was on fire and first screamed in panic for help because I saw the police lights flashing and heard the sirens of them. I slapped myself in the face to regain full consciousness and as the fire touched my arm I kicked, I groaned, then, in a panic, I tried to kick in the car door, which I also succeeded and rolled out of the car onto the shoulder of the freeway.
Some people ran to me and I saw the other car, which was completely stuck in the guard rails and was also on fire, the driver was probably not as lucky as I was.
One of the police officers asked me if I understood him and how I felt, the other gasped in horror because he recognized me.
An ambulance was called and paramedics examined me at the scene and found that I had bruises, minor burns,a sprained arm, a broken nose and a severe concussion. I mean it could have been worse.
Later I went to the hospital and was depressed. The other driver was dead and i had lost many front teeth, I already had a half broken one last year from my moped accident.
The next morning there was an article in the newspaper that I had been in a car accident and died, which of course wasn't true because I was in this damn bed and clearly it wasn't dead just hurt.
The thought of how the beatlemania girls would react if they believed it made me smile slightly.