For a few seconds after it was over, everything was quiet. Then car doors slammed on the vehicle that had crossed paths with the SUV. One man yelled frantically "Call 9-1-1! Call 9-1-1!" as he ran towards the overturned vehicle. The woman in the car stood to the side and called. Her two male companions were rushing to the overturned vehicle. Luckily the impact had shattered the windows, making it easier to pull out the two occupants. Not knowing whether or not the SUV might catch fire, there wasn't a second to spare.
The male victim in the vehicle was conscious and had a smell of whiskey on him. As one of the men from the other car reached in to pull him out, he screamed in pain, grabbed at his chest and grimaced, then said "Ray! Where's Ray?" When he was out of the car, he struggled to get up on his feet, but kept falling, in obvious pain. He looked up at the man who had pulled him out, his eyes pained and said, "I don't know if she was breathing. Please get her out." He got up again and stumbled to the other side of the car, where he could see the female victim being pulled out of the other side. As soon as she was out of the car, the man pulling her out stopped and picked her up, not knowing what her injuries were and not wanting to make things worse. She had a bad gash on her forehead and was bleeding. She also was unconscious. He carried her away from the car to a grassy area and knelt down with her.
"Call an ambulance! Please God, call an ambulance!" The male victim looked nearly crazed with anguish and struggled to follow his companion, even though he was in obvious pain.
The first man grabbed his arm. "Already on the way. Hey, man, you should sit down." But he pulled away and ran to the female victim, falling down next to her. He pulled her into his arms and wept into her hair.
"Please, Rayna, wake up. Please wake up." The woman from the other car had walked over then and already the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. She watched as the man carefully brushed her hair off her face and kissed the top of her head, rocking her gently. "Oh, God, Ray," he murmured. "I'm so sorry. You gotta be ok."
The woman looked at one of her companions and said softly, "Oh, my God, I think that's Rayna Jaymes! I hope she's going to be ok."
One of the men shook his head. "She's pretty banged up. I hope she'll be ok too." He nodded towards the man on the ground. "Who's that with her?" The woman shrugged and shook her head. "He reeked of whiskey, so I'm guessing he was drunk. I wonder if she was too?"
Just then the ambulances, fire truck and police arrived and the three people from the other car moved off to give their accounts of what had happened, while the EMT's concentrated on the accident victims.