||[Feb. 11th, 2005|04:33 pm]
"I called 9-1-1, they're on their way, you've got to hold on." There's no way I could've gotten him out by myself, and even if I did, what could I do for him?|
"My legs hurt a lot, I think they're broken, but that's probably a good thing, right? Not that they're broken, but, you know, that I can still feel them, probably means my back's not broken or anything... I hope."
I would've never known that he was driving a red Suv if I hadn't seen him spin off the road ahead of me, spin off and then flip end over end before slamming into a lone tree. If I hadn't seen it I would've never believed it, from the way it looked now he could've been driving 3 tons of empty Coke cans.
"My finance is going to be worried sick, you've got to call her, I was supposed to be home by now, she's going to be worried sick if I don't call."
"Yeah, ok, I left my phone in my car, are you going to be allright for a minute?"
I grabbed my phone and headed towards the wreck, it all looked so peacefull now; covered in a dusting of snow knocked from the boughs of the lone pine tree, that was all reaction that the pine had given. It must be at least a hundred years old, and it looked like it was going to make it through the night all right, I just hoped I could say the same for this guy.