Living With One Shoe

Chapter 3

I looked around the car, thinking that perhaps I might know what kind of people these two men were. I took a good look at the people who hit me, both of them were wearing black t-shirt with jeans, the one sitting in the driver's seat, was a man perhaps in his late 20s or early 30s, his hair was dyed with the color of the sand with a hint of silver or grey. Next to him, was a man, with a close age gap to the other one, his hair was as black as coal, his face the look of utter shock and cluelessness, having no idea what to do at that time, but who can blame him? who had an idea on what to do at that situation, I probably looked dumbfounded as well.

I began looking around the car, I have never been inside a stranger's car. It felt weird, it felt like I wasn't supposed to be there, yet there I was sitting there, bleeding all over the carpet, the black carpet mixing with the red blood pouring from my foot. There were piles of clothes with piles of other things amongst things. I saw an empty bottle of what could possibly have been alcohol. I had seen enough and after looking around the place I was stuck in, I look at my wound again, it was still leaking blood, a pool of blood could be seen under my bleeding foot. I was whimpering in pain, but I could not scream or cry. I could only winced and whimper in pain. The man with sand blond hair looked from the corner of his eyes and saw the bleeding wound, and then gave me a look of panic. He commanded what seemed to be his friend, to look for a first aid kit, I glanced at his friend rummaging through the dashboard but could not find anything. "Tissues," the blond man said to his friend, There was a hint of fear and shock in his voice, I could sense his voice was shaking a bit due to the shock, who wouldn't be in shock, I was in shock, still was at that time, to be honest, it felt like a dream, it seemed like it wasn't real, a prank from God or anything but reality. It felt unreal, the pain felt real, but the accident? I could not comprehend it at that time, I thought it was just delusions, a terrible and painful delusion.

The man with black hair quickly grabbed a handful of tissue plye and carefully placed it on my wound. "Put pressure on your leg," he said, his voice was softer than the other one and I heed. Both of my hands held my leg, I was whimpering, I was in shock and to be honest I don't know what's happening at that moment. But I should tell you now, even though I was in pain, even though I was probably scared, I wasn't sad, I did not think that 'that day' was the worst day ever. That moment, I thought even though it's bad, it's still a new experience for me.

I was still wincing in pain, when I saw that the blood had already soaked through the tissues, flowing blood again to the carpet of the car. The man in the driver seat from the very beginning had been glancing at the wound, and sure enough he saw the tissues that was now covered in fresh red blood. "it's not working," he told his friend, "the blood is still flowing." He turned around, his hands starts to look for something on the seat next to mine, until finally finding itself on top of piles of clothing. He took a t-shirt out of the plastic it was originally in. It was a brand new shirt, possibly just out of the printer (ugh. the chemicals). After taking it out of the plastic bag, he handed it to his friend. "Cover the wound with this," he demanded. With precision and patience his friend took out the tissues and slowly covering it with the shirt his friend had given him. "Be careful when you tie it, her skin is," he paused, the skin was terribly damaged, it was open and even I could not bear look at the terrible image. I looked at the man who was covering my wound, tying it slowly so it would not hurt my open skin.

I kept putting pressure on it, still looking at my foot, looking how my foot would not stop bleeding and the chemical white shirt fusing with the now crimson red blood. "Have you called your parents?" the blond haired man asked. It had been such a shock to me that I had totally forgotten to notify my parents. Slowly I reached towards my bag. I scoured through my bag and to look for a phone. After finding my phone, I began to type a message. My mom just woke up from her nap at that time (what a pleasant news to wake up to, huh?). She called me, she asked what happened, I told her. She asked me where I am going, and I told her the hospital name. My voice was trembling because of the tremendous pain I was feeling at that time, but I was able to mutter some words that somehow my mother understood. My mother hang up on me after saying she is going there, she is going to the hospital.

I typed another message, this time to a friend, "hey, I ended up not watching the movie, I got into an accident, I'm on the way to the hospital," I wrote. Her response, panic. She was shocked, she panicked, and soon enough she was also on the way to the hospital I was going. After that, I put down my phone and held my foot again, the blood stained the majority of the shirt now, it was beginning to drip again. The ride to the hospital was long, it was a very long and unpleasant ride, and I wanted it to end.