Xavier

Brrrr. I never thought it would be this cold in the middle of October. The streets are covered in black ice. I can’t even see the streetlamp posts neither. I shouldn’t have taken this road, there is nothing but black ice. Just as I was about to turn back around, I felt the ground shaking, along with it, the car too so I halt the car to a stop. I turn on the windshield wipers to take off some of the snow and the scenery in front of my eyes was not pretty. A plane had crashed and there were bodies surrounding it, I don’t even think anyone survived but I pray someone at least hung out a little more. I put on my furry coat and with a prayer, I rushed out of my car and ran to the wreckage. I heard a soft groan coming from the wreckage, I’m really glad this person is at least alive because the two pilots are dead. “I’m coming. Hold on just a little while.” I said to the person who groaned. I came near to the groan and with all my might I lifted the iron off of the person. The man looked in complete pain, his chest had a piece of glass stuck inside it and his suit was almost entirely soaked in blood. I grabbed him and led him upright with his arm across my shoulders to my car. I sat him carefully in the passenger seat while I went and sat in the driver side and rode to the nearest hospital. “Are you ok?” I asked him but by the looks of it, he was still in complete and utter pain. “Dans cet état, je ne suis pas bien, mais je vous remercie madame.” (In this state, I’m not alright but thank you miss.) In all honesty, I did not understand anything that just came out of his mouth. I wish I finished those French classes when my mom told me too. In sight, not too far away, was a hospital sign. I drove a little faster and in a couple of seconds we were heading into the hospital door. Hospital staff saw the guy in critical state and immediately took the stranger out of my hands and took him into surgery. I saw a doctor rushing to go in the surgery room, but I caught up to him in time. “So, doc, how long is the man’s surgery going to take and is he going to be alright?” He sighed and replied, “Miss, the surgery is going to take like 4 to 5 hours and most likely, we don’t know if he is going to be alright but we will inform you after we have finished the surgery.” He went straight into the room and just left me there. I brushed him off and sat down in one of the seats and closed my eyes. It has really been a long and cold day. I think a really deserved rest is needed. I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.