The faint sound of a man's voice woke me. My vision was blurry as I struggled to open my eyes.
"Sweety, call 911!" The man shouted to a women stood behind him.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out. My body was beginning to feel numb from hanging upside down, and I read somewhere that you could die if you hang upside down for too long.
"Alright sweety, hold still. I'm gonna try to get you out." He looked straight into my eyes, giving me a worried smile.
He opened the door, climbing in to the best of his ability. He supported my body as he unbuckled my seatbelt.
As the man put me straight up, a sense of relief hit my body. It was easier to breathe and the feeling of pressure on my head and eyes was slowly decreasing.
The piece of glass was the only thing keeping me from bleeding out, so the man was extra careful around that.
I was laid in the backseat with what I assumed to be the man's wife and little girl. The wife held me the whole way there, the man exceeding the speeding limit as he drove me to a hospital.
As we arrived at the ER, the man scooped me up and ran into the doors screaming for help. Multiple trauma surgeons ran to me, and I was set on a gurney and rushed to the OR.
The surgeons asked me to count down from ten to the best of my ability so I could inhale the anesthesia. I watched as the image of the surgeons stood over me began to blur, my consciousness fading.
"So tell me why you wanted to be a surgical nurse." Cole smiled, keeping his vision focused ahead of us.
I giggled, looking up from where I was watching my feet in the dewy grass. "Well originally I wanted to be a surgeon."
The weather in New York had been rainy all this week. It was cold and people who didn't work stayed crawled up inside, the grey sky having nothing beneficial for them.
Cole decided since it was the first day the sun was out, we should take a walk to somewhere I'm not familiar with.
"When I was a teenager I had gotten into an accident and could've easily died, but if it wasn't for the help of surgeons I wouldn't be alive." I continued, Cole thinking nothing much of the accident.
"So why not be a surgeon?" He asked, shielding his eyes from the sun.
"I couldn't handle the feeling of someone dying because I did something wrong or even worse, I couldn't do anything more." I turned to him, watching as he watched me with interest lacing his eyes.
"Yeah I get that, when I was seven my sister killed herself." He turned away, continuing to walk along the wet grass.
"I'm so sorry, Cole." I frowned, knowing the feeling of losing someone close to you.
"There's not a day I don't think of her, she was the kindest person I ever had the pleasure of knowing." He slightly smiled as if reminiscing on times with his sister.
"Ever since she was 16 my father and mother had known something was up, he was all she knew. And when her boyfriend died of lung cancer she felt as if there was nothing left. So one day she decided she'd swallow a bottle of pills while I was home."
"That's horrible, I know how that feels." I turned to him, touching him on the shoulder to comfort him.
He gave me a confused look, the thought of someone else understanding not being something he knew. "You do?"
"When I was little my father left my mother for another women, leaving our family broken. Then, when I turned 16 I got into that car accident. The injuries my mother experienced were fatal and she died." I grabbed his hand, holding it in mine tightly.
We were silent, but we both knew what each other were thinking; let alone feeling. He grabbed a blanket out of the bag he was carrying and set it over the wet grass.
I looked around, our surroundings being nothing but shades of greens that went for miles. The sun was setting, the sky shades of oranges and pinks.
"Are you gonna tell me what we're doing here now?" I raised an eyebrow, watching as he laid down on the blanket.
"Just lay back and don't talk." He rolled his eyes, patting the spot next to him.
And so we did. For hours.
I laid next to him and stared up at the sky, watching as the moon rose. The bright colors turned into a dark blue filled with millions of tiny lights.
The sound of crickets made up for the lack of noise that came from Cole and I, making it comfortable.
I had never experienced something so amazing, never felt something so amazing.
The stress of the world was gone, I didn't have to worry about my dying grandmother or the constant hours I had to spend at work.
It was just Cole and I. In this moment, we weren't the kids that grew up with no parents. We were just two adults laying in a field, while watching the stars.
And damn were they beautiful.
