My body felt numb. I could not longer feel my legs. I desired to go back to sleep. I churned as another gust of wind flowed through the car. I was trying my hardest to listen to what Steve was telling me, but my brain could not focus. My head was throbbing. My eyelids felt heavy. "Claudia, I need you to stay wake." Steve said loudly. I turned my head slowly, so that I could see him. Steve was climbing back into the car.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, not really aware of what I was doing or saying. I felt as if I was in a haze. It almost was like I was on the outside looking in. Steve was sitting between the seat and the steering wheel. It looked very uncomfortable. Which in the potion I was in, it was not say much.

"Claudia I need you to stay as still as possible." Steve said in his serious voice. "I am going to cut the seat belt. And I do not want to hurt you."

"Okay got it. It's not like I am going a text my friends about the crash I was in ,while sitting in a car,that's on it side." I sarcastically told Steve as he began to cut the seat belt. I looked over at Steve, he had cuts on his face and neck. His hands had bandages on them. I am shocked that he was okay. While I am trapped in the car, slowly losing blood to my legs. Once Steve the seat belt cut, he yelled something at the people outside. I could barely hear anything. Steve wrapped his arms around my shoulders and slightly pulled my towards him. Slowly the throbbing in my head dulled, but not that much. My back ached with every touch. even breathing hurt.

I heard some people talking, but I still couldn't make out any words. I looked out the broken wind shield and watched the fire fighters and the police officers set up tall over head lights. The sun was setting and it was getting very dark outside. I wanted to go to sleep so bad. But Steve kept saying, "Claude, please stay awake." Every few minutes. I wanted to tell him shut up, but when I opened my mouth, I never had the energy to speak. My brain felt clouded and my thoughts where a jumbled up mess. The numbness had spread from my legs to me waist. I wanted to move so badly but no matter how much I tried nothing happened.

"Steve," said a guy from outside the car. " We are going to try to pull your friend out. We need you ,if you can, to lift the dash-board up." I wanted to jump for joy. I was finally getting out of this metal death trap. Steve slowly let go of me and my body was now laying on the door. Steve leaned of my and lifted up the dash-board ever so slightly.

"Okay guys, I have it lifted up some!" Steve yelled at them. Within seconds I felt someone grab my shoulders and pull me up. Pain shot through my whole body. The world was swirly around me. There was a bright light in front of me. I could barely breathe, it was almost like my brain stop communicating with my body. I could her Steve yelling my name. There were black spots in my vision that kept getting bigger. Slowly the world faded and my thoughts stopped.

(Steve's Point of View)

I quickly jumped out of the car. and ran of to the men who had Claudia. She had lost consciousness, when getting her out of the car. Slowly they laid her on the stretcher and carried her up to the ambulance. I followed closely behind. Once and the top of the hill, the paramedics opened the back doors of the bus. The men slid Claudia in. The paramedics and I jumped in the after her and the driver took off. Right way the paramedics slipped a neck brace on Claudia. I was so thankful that Claudia was unconscious for this.

While the Paramedics took care of Claudia, I surveyed what the ambulance looked liked. The stretcher was locked in "arm-like mechanism. Along the length of the stretcher there where cabinets with supplies ranging from yankauers to BVM's, to pressure dressing. Next to the cabinet with the supplies is a booth for the suction, main O2 supply on board regulator,a two-way radio, and a play area to do paperwork. There were 2 portable oxygen tanks on board. Across from the stretcher was the bench, that i was sitting on, and inside of the bench are KED board, long backboard. Next to the bench and right behind the cab are the defibrillator, linens, hard hats, tools and a first aid kit.

I texted Myka and told her that we were almost at the hospital. "Um, sir?" One of the paramedics asked. " We need you to fill out this forum, please." I nodded my head and took the clip board from the paramedic, who quickly went back to working on Claudia. I slowly filled out the paper work, but got stuck when it come to insurance and medication that she was on. I decided that it would be better if Artie finished the rest.

After about twenty minutes, we where at the hospital. The paramedics quickly got Claudia off the ambulance and into the hospital. The Doctor and met them at the door. By the time I got off the ambulance, they had already had Claudia in the exam room. Myka was waiting by the door from me.

"How is she?" Myka asked me as I walked in.

"Not good." Was all I say. Myka rubbed my shoulder and lead me to the waiting room, where Pete and Artie were sitting. I handed the clip-board to Artie and asked him to finish it. Artie nodded his head and went straight to it. I sat down.

I went over what had just happened. If only I had listen to Claudia, she would not be hurt. How could you have been so stupid, Steve. She is your best friend, your BFFEWYLION or something like. I thought as I waited for some new about Claudia. I hoped for my mental state that she was more than okay.