The Choices We Make

15 Sep

The two teenage girls we transported to the hospital were still in the “what just happened- how could this happen to me” phases of a horrendous car wreck such as the one they were just involved in.  I am reasonably sure these kids were now VERY clear on just how bad an idea it was to skip school to go get high. Did they know the driver? No. They couldn’t even give us his name. They just knew him from around school.

After the SUV that rolled several times came to rest on its roof, everyone scrambled out of the now broken tangled mass of steel and broken glass. They all ran in the direction furthest from the engine, which was steaming, behind the body of the truck in hopes of having something between them and what they saw as a potential explosion hazard.

Much to their surprise (and ultimate dismay) they were met with another occupant of the vehicle who had beaten them to the back of the truck…

…before it landed…

…on top of him.

But not all of him.

Just his head…

… but not his whole head.

Only his cranium down to his cheek bones. Leaving the face staring back at you looking like a child trying to make the ‘fish face’ we’re all so familiar with. But with the grotesque reality that it was essentially a massive steel vice- not soft, supple childrens’ hands- that made this kids fish face turn your stomach. That and the fact that the inside of this guys cheek bones were now touching. There was no blood. Aside from the disturbing fish face and the truck protruding from his head, you saw nothing much out of the ordinary.

No. He wasn’t wearing his seat belt. None of them were. How, then, did the other three escape with so few injuries? My partner and I back-boarded and transported two of the three still living. The one we didn’t transport was an eighteen year old high school senior who legally signed his own Refusal of Treatment/Transport form.

One girl had minor neck pain, the other had minor cuts. But now… Now they’re sorry. SO sorry for having cut school. So sorry for not wearing their seat belts. So sorry for wanting to get high because NOW it seemed SO unimportant… now that a kid’s dead. And they didn’t even know his name.


One Response to “The Choices We Make”

  1. cperkins12 September 16, 2011 at 20:02 #

    So sad. Just want to shake my head.

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