your cell phone

Your cell phone is ringing. You fumble for it, and realize that Amy is calling you. You answer it, and she says in a shaky voice, "Steve, I'm sorry to bother you, but I had a wreck, and I might need a ride home."

"Where are you?" you ask worriedly.

"I'm on 65 by exit 231," she says.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." You hang up and get dressed. Driving down the road, you wonder how you're going to get past the emergency crews. You are barely paying attention to the speedometer, until you notice blue lights behind you. You pull over, and to your relief, the state trooper flies past you. Then you notice an ambulance following the trooper. You fall in behind the ambulance, and follow them to the accident scene. You pull up and the trooper holds you back. "Emergency personnel only," he orders.

"It's okay," Amy says, "That's my boyfriend." You run up and grab her and give her a quick kiss. "Let them do what they gotta do, babe," you say. They get her out of the car and put her on a stretcher.

"We'd like to take you to the hospital," the EMT says after a quick examination. "A wreck at 70 mph might mean internal injuries."

"Ok, let's go. Can my boyfriend come along?" she asks.

"He has to follow in his own vehicle. Insurance prohibits extra riders except with a child," he says.

"I'll escort you if you want," the trooper says. "I understand how people feel about loved ones."

You get into your car and follow the trooper to the hospital. The ambulance has no problem getting through traffic with a trooper in front of him. People get out of the way to avoid getting stopped. You get off the interstate, and get to the hospital in record time. You barely come to a stop and jump out of your vehicle and get out of the car.

The lady at the desk opens the door for you and tells you Trauma 12. So, you go in and sit beside her. "I'm sorry, John," she says as she starts to cry. You hold her close, tell her it's all right and kiss her on the forehead gently. "You will be all right, babe," you say softly.

The nurse comes in, takes one look at her and starts crying. "Amy! What happened?" she asked.

"Hopefully nothing serious. I had a little fender bender on 65," Amy mutters. She says to you, "John, this is my friend, Crystal."

"A pleasure," you say as you check her out. She's about 5'5", long, straight blonde hair, nice 32 b's to match her 28" waist and 32" hips.

"The pleasure's mine," she says, smiling at you. "We have to take her to X-ray to make sure nothing's broken. You can wait here or accompany her."