"Paramedics are on the way sweetie- try not to move" the lady spoke, never letting my hand drop.
I couldn't feel any pain
I felt as if I could've got up and walked away- but she didn't seem willing to let me do so.
"What's your name?" She spoke quickly, panicking.
"Holland" I mumbled out.
"Okay Holland- my name is Hellen, tell me about yourself" She spoke quickly.
"I want up" I mumbled, letting my hand hit the ground- hoping to be able to push myself up as I heard ambulances.
"No- you can't move, you might cause more damage, just relax"
"My dad-"
"Critical patient over here!" I heard a voice yell out before a male moved into my view.
He was a police officer.
"Her name is Holland" the lady spoke out.
"How old are you, Holland?" He spoke, putting his hands over my face- thankfully blocking the sun.
"Sixteen" I mumbled out.
"Sixteen year old female ejected from vehicle, multiple open wounds on body, She's responsive and alert" he spoke into a radio.
"I want up" I spoke to him.
"We'll get you up in a minute" he spoke back slowly.
I heard much more yelled before many more people surrounded me.
A spotted paramedics, who immediately took over.
They explained everything before they did it- telling me to relax as they did.
"Serious road rash" one spoke, and I felt my uniform skirt go up slightly
"Stop" I panicked- moving to get his hands away from me- feeling pain erupt through my body.
"Don't move Holland- you're in shock so you aren't feeling much pain unless you start moving a lot- we aren't here to hurt you, but you have to let us do our jobs"
I felt a tear slide down my cheek as they placed something around my neck, getting others around them to assist lifting me onto their gurney.
We went into the ambulance- myself sitting as still as I could.
"My dad-" "we have no information on anyone but you sweetheart, we need to focus on you" He spoke, I felt the vehicle starting to move.
"I have a heart murmur" I spoke to him, seeing his eyes meet my own.
"A severe-" "I had surgery when I was a baby, it came back about a year ago but it's not severe- just monitoring" I spoke, knowing he needed to know that.
"Keep talking- tell me everything they do for your heart" I spoke, feeling him placing bandages over my body.
"I haven't went in a while" I spoke quietly.
"Any medicines- anything?" He questioned, unbuttoning my school shirt, which I noticed was coated in blood.
"Please don't" I felt tears coming into my eyes- not wanting to be shirtless in front of anyone besides myself.
"You have injuries that I have to access- I'll cover you up once I'm done, I promise" he spoke, getting my shirt pulled away in an instance.
I felt him placing bandages, I felt the cuff on my arm tighten and release every few minutes
He stuck little pads to my chest and stomach- releasing a noise, my pulse .
He put an IV in my arm, taping it down before we came to an abrupt stop, making me groan lightly.
The guy threw I blanket over my stomach and chest, his eyes meeting mine
"You keep those eyes open."
