“I’m fine!” Jayson protested, as the medics put him on a stretcher.
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 was Jayson.
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 screamed.
“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.” He said.
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.
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