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02: guilt, stares, and oh shit
Kael didn’t know what why he went speeding past the stop sign. It was his entire fault this young girl was trapped against her car door, her head leaning on the side of the door as was unconscious. Beyond the fogginess of the airbags and shattered glass, his eyes observed the scarlet blood smeared across the window fragments, his stomach turning violently into balls and knots.
He climbed out of the car, his door free from obstacles, almost collapsing as he crashed to the concrete. People went around helping him up. The contents of his stomach threatened to spill from his mouth.
Kael didn’t worry about himself, only about the girl he could have possibly killed. He didn’t want to be known as a killer, and he didn’t want to have this family have to go through what he did when his brother Greg died. It was the hardest thing ever, and nothing could compensate the loss. He could go to jail, but that didn’t really bother him. He did break the law, and if that had to be done he would go.
The girl across from him couldn’t have been but a year younger than him. She probably had very pretty orange hair, except right now; it was caught in dry blood. Her face was slim, her skin pale with cuts from the shards of glass. She was beautiful girl, and Kael may never get to meet her. Well, if it weren’t for this tragedy, he wouldn’t in the first place. This was just a pass by town, but now it was going to be more.
Kael’s eyes were ringing, but he ignored that, sitting on the sidewalk where people asked him question, none of which pertaining to Of Swamps and Marshes . He guessed people are finally beginning to forget his face, he thought, putting his head between his knobby knees. The people around him thought he was not to blame for this tragedy, but he knew very well that this was indeed his fault.
It took another five minutes for the ambulance to arrive, the bright sirens echoing throughout the city walls, the bright lights making Kael dizzy.
They pried the cars apart with a large metal wedges, grabbing the girl from the front seat after cutting the seat belt, placing her gently on the Gurnee. As they did this with her, they copied the same actions, placing Kael on one, strapping him tightly onto the platform before loading him into the inside of the bright red ambulance.
Inside, it was chaotic. They asked so many questions Kael felt like he was going to throw up; on top of that, he was still nauseous and faint. Mostly because of the girl in the other van. From the electrocardiogram, he felt it was beeping fast, too fast if he's to be honest.
One of the men in the back with him injected a syringe beneath his skin, pushing out all of the morphine or whatever it was in there. When the world started to spin quicker, he knew that they had given me knock medicine, but why not just knock-out gas? It seemed like a more logical thing to do than waste a syringe on the bad guy.
When Kael woke up again, the beeping was slightly slower, but the guilt still sat in the pit of his stomach, and resided there until he’d forgotten about the whole incident as he was being told about the aftermath of the accident. He’d broken his femur, which was one of the hardest bones in the body to break, and some other precious bones that he didn't remember the names to. While he was sitting around, it didn't seem like he'd fractured anything, which amazed him even more.
