Once the shock had dissipated, I began to feel what was really going on in my arm. Clarissa told me not to look while she was tending to me, but I could feel the uncomfortable pull on my skin while she was stitching, despite the topical painkillers. It took her a while to get all of the broken shards out of my arm, and when I caught a glimpse of it, I was surprised at how that much foreign debris my skin could hold. Mary, thankfully, had been alright except for a few minor scratches. It turns out that I took the brunt of the damage because of where I was sitting, so while the right passenger’s windows were saved, the ones on the drivers' side were almost completely destroyed.
“How's it going here?” Mary entered my room. She had finally changed out of her pajamas , and was wearing her typi
