7 Years, 9 Months and 12 days

Distraction

“7 Years, 9 Months, 12 Days”

Driving home from work was very peaceful. My music which happened to be Twenty One Pilots’ ‘ Vessel’ album, on a minimum of 7 for the volume. I softly hummed to the chorus of  ‘Ode to Sleep’ , as something had came into my pheral vision. I then jerked and the car then landed in a very awkward position, in which the car rolled into a ditch. There was no doubt that i had concussion, but i had to keep myself awake. I just knew i had to, but… all i could see was the darkness that engulfed me like a long lost grandmother, or aunt hugging me. As the clock ticked slowly for which the battery drained from my vehicle. The music still played in it s soft, melodic, and captivating beat. With the lyrics that expressed  what i haven't had the courage to say aloud. After ‘migraine’ finished i could feel myself slowly get pulled away from my reality. I began to lose hope in someone coming to help me, for i fear that if i do stay and hope for a little longer, no one may come. As i began to let myself go, and give up, i then heard a faint yell in the distance..

-Noah's p.o.v-

I was on my way to a family reunion, but i guess i had taken a wrong turn and missed a couple of the main spots to turn on. But i had seen a car in a ditch so i yelled out, while still sitting in my car.

“ Is everyone alright? Should i call an ambulance?” I asked and partially yelled.

No reply came in for response, i knew this type of situation was very critical. But i have to help this person, or i'd never forgive myself. I slowly approached the car in the ditch, man what a sight was to be seen! I've never seen something so horrific, the car was crushed in two places, in the hood, and on the passenger side door. The windshield of the car was smashed into a tree.

“Hello? Ms? Can you hear me?” i asked softly, but there was no sound or motion in return. So i pulled out my phone and called an ambulance.

“Hello 911, what's your emergency?” the woman on the line asked with a hint of boredom and fake sweetness.

“ I had gotten lost and taken a couple of wrong turns while on my way to a-” the woman cut me off

“Sir you do know it's a crime to call this number without an actual emergency? I don't have all day to hear about your oh so horrible day.” venum was practically dripping from her voice.

“Ma’ma this is a very critical situation! There was a crash on the side of the highway! This woman barely has a pulse! Get someone out here now! Please! This is your job!” i beg over the phone.

The woman over the phone gasps at my sudden change of voice and tone. But i hear the clicking of the keyboard and a frantic shout of “11-41 and 11-83!”

The woman eventually gets back on the phone with me and says,”sorry about that, please stay at the scene so when the police get there they can question you.”

I nodded and realised that she couldn't hear me nod so i said,”okay”.

The phone hung up, so i thought i should try to get her out of the car. But the car was too wrecked, i would have to have some pliers or something like that.

Twenty minutes later-

    The ambulance had shown up along with the fire truck to cut her out of the vehicle. The police were searching her car, they were looking for something that had her information like a driver's license, phone or her purse so they can find her wallet and get ahold of someone for her.The police had asked me some questions and i tried to recall everything i could and soon enough they let me go. They eventually found her purse, which had her ID card. As they loaded her up into the ambulance, i had felt the need to stay with her at the hospital and ride with her in the ambulance. The bad thing about this was that she didn't know who i was and why i would care about her. In all honesty i dont know why id stay with her…

    “Sir? Did you hear me? Are you getting in the van or not?” one of the paramedics asked softly.

    I nodded and got into the ambulance, i didn't know what i should do, whether if i should stay quiet or to speak up and talk about something to the woman in front of me. Soon enough we arrived at the hospital, then everything had gotten crazy, doctors, nurses, etc. were yelling and screaming.

    “Whats her name, date of birth?” a nurse with a purple suit asked frantically.