"I'm fine!" Jayson protested, as the medics put him on a
They looked down at him, "We are aware, but this is routine, just
let us take you to the hospital."
Jayson sighed loudly in protest.
"Can I ride with him?" I asked the nice looking male medic.
He shook his head, "I'm sorry Miss, but that's not possible. Get
in touch with his family, and you can follow us if you'd like,"
I knew better than to argue with him, and he really did look
sorry. I simply nodded and got into my car. My hands were shaking
so badly and beads of sweat lined my forehead. I was worried for
Jayson, even though I knew he'd be fine. I felt a nagging in my
chest that he wasn't out of danger.
I started my car and pulled out behind the ambulance. The
beautiful day and all our accomplishments seemed minor in
comparison to Jayson's injury. My knuckles were white as they
gripped the steering wheel. We were on a pretty straight road.
There were a few turns, but nothing too terrible. My eyes were
blurred with tears and I had to keep blinking to see straight.
I began to let my mind wander, I thought about Jayson and I and
all we had been through. This day would go down in our history.
We would look back on this day and smile and cry together. That
thought comforted me.
Suddenly I sat up a little straighter in my seat. I looked
around; the road was empty except for the ambulance in front of
me, so why was I so worried? Suddenly, I heard it. The distinct
sound of a semi horn blaring; we were getting to a corner and
suddenly I slammed on my brakes. Why wasn't the ambulance
stopping? What were they thinking? Of course, they couldn't hear
the horn, they didn't hear the danger, and if I wouldn't have
been so afraid of things I probably wouldn't have stopped. The
semi horn could mean anything, but I felt it meant danger.
I took out my phone and dialed Jayson's number, it went straight
to voicemail. I jumped out of my car and ran towards the
ambulance, waving my arms and screaming. Stop, oh God, please
stop. But they didn't, they swerved a second too late. The semi
had lost control on the corner when a deer ran out in front of
it. The driver swerved instinctively, right into the ambulance. I
stood there, on the side of the road and watched the world stop.
The impact of the semi hitting the ambulance was immediate. I saw
glass flying but that didn't stop me from running towards the
accident. The red and blue ambulance lights were sparkling in
tiny pieces all over the highway. Pieces of the ambulance were
scattered everywhere. I looked around helplessly. It was over,
the accident was done. I saw the truck driver walk out of the
semi, on his cell phone. I heard him talking to a nine one one
operator. I ran towards the ambulance. The nice medic that I had
talked to earlier, the driver, and the young nurse; I saw them
all. Bloody and disfigured, I knew instantly they were dead. But
there was only one person I wanted to see at the moment, and that
I found him on the side of the road; he had flown out the window.
I ran to him and knelt beside him.
"Jayson," I whispered urgently as I turned his face towards me. I
looked into his eyes and knew instinctively.
He was dead.
I buried my head into his chest and sobbed.
I looked up at the sky and screamed. I screamed for a long time,
my lungs went dry and I was chocking on my sobs, but still I
"Why?" I asked, as I set my hand over his heart, "Why?"
His chest didn't move there was no heartbeat; never again would
there be one. This realization caused more tears.
"You left me!" I screamed at him, then I broke down again, "You
left me," I whispered.
The truck driver looked uneasily at me and took a step back
towards his truck, "I called the hospital, they're on their way."
I nodded. I was angry at him, angry at the world. What did Jayson
do to deserve this?
I stood up, but my head was light from crying, I fell into the
ditch as the world went black.