Chapters Of Possibilities

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She didn't know if it was really legal or not, but she didn't care. She just needed to help. And she felt that by doing this she could.
She started up her own call line, so she could be informed of vehicular accidents near to her location at the time. She'd take her car and drive to the wreck depending on the severity, and check on victims. Cataloguing the number of victims, genders, approximate ages, and visually assessing injuries. If there were young children involved, dependent upon injuries and availability, she'd remove them from the vehicle. Once authorities and paramedics arrived, she'd have over the small notebook she'd compiled if information to one of the officers, and she'd leave.
During her searches, if there was a victim panicking, she'd try to talk them down, asking them mindless questions and such, to distract them or further gleam information.
It may not have been much, but it was the only help she could think to give. She got tired of hearing the reports on the news, of the victims who could of survived had help arrived sooner, or of the victims who hadn't been found in time, or those whose lives were lost just because they couldn't calm down enough to safely get away from a severely damaged vehicle fit to explode.
To her, those things could've been stopped or changed, but they hadn't and that was what frustrated her. So she had to try. She had to do something, anything. But she was limited to what she could and couldn't do, by law and by time and resources. So she had to make do. And she did.
Sometimes, she was too late. Sometimes, there were those who died on impact, or those who couldn't keep their promise to hold on, to listen to her voice and please just keep your eyes on me don't fall asleep on me kiddo c'mon your momma is right here you'realrightpleasestay awakepleasepleasepleaseplease.
Sometimes, she lost them, and with each lost, a piece of her broke, but she was better off than that someone's family, who'd just lost a sister, mother, brother, son, father, grandparent, someone.
So she continued to be a guardian of sorts, and do what she could. After all, shadows do know how to disappear in the end of it all.