Erica broke her arm in the crash.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2215364 on 09-27-16 - 4:32am

"Ow!" Erica exclaimed. Her arm felt funny and she couldn't recall ever having felt something like it before. The front and sides of the bus were clearly damaged, and the parents were trying to make sure that their children were ok.

The bus driver quickly started issuing instructions, telling people to get off of the bus. As the passengers disembarked, they could see emergency vehicles pulling up to the accident site. "Is anybody injured?" asked a fire marshal.

"My arm is hurting," Erica announced. Even though her head was hurting, too, she did not mention it. The marshal came up to her to take a look at her arm. "Ow!" she cried out again as he began his examination.

"Right," the fire marshal said. "I'm going to have to take a closer look at that arm."

It seemed that every movement during his examination to that point had caused a flare-up of pain, so she said, "I don't think I can move it, sir."

"We'll have to get that shirt off of you," he said quietly, thinking to himself.

"Excuse me?" she asked. Never mind that she couldn't move her arm well enough to get it through the sleeve of her shirt, but they were in a public area, surrounded by kids, and there were more people arriving on the scene. More cops and emergency services. Even worse, news vans.

"I'll have to cut that shirt open so I don't aggravate your injury and get a closer look at your arm. Are you wearing a bra under your shirt?"

Erica could not believe she was being asked that question.

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