DOCTOR STRANGE

57

Accident

Ren

I grabbed my phone from the holder and pulling out the keys I ran out of my car to the scene. With every step my vision was getting clearer. It was horrible, blood and painful screams, I was just about four or five steps away from the bus. The area completely filled with thick clouds of smoke. The warm air got mixed with the smell of burning rubber tyres and fuel. It was hot and pungent. I have a very sensitive nose. It started twitching from the weird sensation. The smell was numbing. My eyes started burning as I moved any closer. All the glass from the windows of the bus shattered into millions of tiny little pieces on the perfectly dark grey painted road, like the flickering stars in the moonlit night. They were pretty and horrible both at the same time.

“hello, New York University Medical Centre,” the voice came.

“hello, I am doctor Ren Salvatore, general surgeon. I want to report an accident.” I spoke.

“doctor Salvatore, where are you speaking from?” she asked.

“I am ten minutes away from the hospital, on an intersection. There is a bus accident here. Please connect me to doctor Ezekiel.” I asked.

“okay doctor, I’ll call you right back.” She said disconnecting the call.

I heard the sirens bustling in the air approaching the perimeter. It must be the 911 call that I made earlier. Two fire trucks arrived following the sirens, braking near the scene. Four firemen came out from the first truck. The other was out of sight because of the smoke. Two men secured and sealed the area, probably to control the traffic. I went to the other two.

“I am the one who reported the accident, I am a doctor.” I said to the fireman flashing him my license.

“doctor Salvatore, did you see the passengers inside?” he asked.

“no not yet. But I contacted the hospital, they will soon send us the help that we need.” I responded.

“will you go with us to have a look at them. We have to make sure the serious ones make it to the hospital sooner.” He asked.

“yes, of course. Let’s go in.”

We walked to the bus going through millions of shattered glass pieces. A big green metal part of the bus’s back falls off to the ground producing a loud bang followed by a powerful vibration. The rear part of the bus was shattered, the warning lights were in dust too.

We walked inside the bus, just to find something more terrifying, me and the other firefighters. The situation was much worse than what we imagined from the exterior. We were standing at the entrance panic-stricken. Many people there were still conscious, groaning and moaning in pains. Some looked like at the verge of passing out.

Suddenly, I got a call. It was from the hospital number.

“hello, doctor Salvatore, did you report an accident to the hospital?” the man on the phone asked. I knew his voice, he was our head doctor, doctor Ezekiel Robbins.