"911 whats you're emergency" the operater sounded bored, and distracted.
" A crash, oh god, she's bleeding so bad-"
"Sir I need you to calm down, can you tell me where you are?" she was now wide awake due to the call and she put on her most calming voice.
"I-I think we are on Forest Ave. my little girl she's hurt, no no no" he was obviously crying.
"Sir i'm sending a patrol to you but I need you to stay on the phone, can you
do that for me" she sounded like she was calming a child.
"But my baby girl she needs me" The man sounded so scared.
"Please Sir, I need you stay on the phone with me" She knew she couldnt just
hang up on him which would leave him on his own in this situation.
"I'll try. Emma, baby? " the man obviously wasnt talking to the operator, because her name wasnt Emma.
" Is Emma you're daughter" she waited a few seconds.
"Yes, my youngest daughter, my little princess" she could tell he loved her.
"How old is she"
"She is only five, oh god, we were going to her recital, ballet, she loves to dance and she is so good at it"
"Thats good, how long has she been a dancer" she was reaching for ways to keep him talking.
" a year, she excelled so fast they put her in a older level dance group" The
operator felt a twinge of pity. If the accident was as bad as it sounded,
that child would never dance again. Or she would die.