All I could hear was the cracking of glass, shattering. I opened my eyes for a glimpse and saw his face. He was heartbroken. I felt his strong hands along my body. He was carrying me, running. I didn't remember anything from what had just happened. I hear sirens, the footsteps reaching us. I closed my eyes from the pain. I couldn't bare to see this. He leaned down, and gently kissed my lips before letting me into the hands of another man who then laid me down in a Ambulance. I felt people rushing to me, hooking things to me. Quickly, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
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People were talking. Talking about me. I could hear perfectly, but couldn't open my eyes. Where was John? Was he okay? Was he hurt? Nobody said a word about him. I felt a hand touch me. That hand. It was familiar. I couldn't point out who it was exactly, just that I knew them. Then, a kiss. Those lips. Unmistakable. It was John. He was fine. With the little amount of courage I had left, I opened my eyes to see his brightening face. He explained what happened. Why I was here. Why everyone was talking about me. I was here because we were in a major car accident. A big truck hit the back of our car, knocking us off the bridge. We went over the edge onto the road below. Doctors said it was a miracle I was still alive. Let alone, that he was unharmed. He told me that if he hadn't gotten out of the car and carried me away when he did, I would have blown up with the car. In that moment, I cried. I thanked him. Everything I could to show him how grateful I was. Just in that moment, a doctor came in and gave me pills for god knows what. John stood up off of the bed, kissed my forehead and left. Everyone left. And so, out of complete exhaustion... I fell asleep.
