Four days ago, Chloe, who was driving south on I-85 saw something terrifying on the road ahead. A small SUV veered violently side to side and launched over the median, flipping multiple times in the air before slamming upside down and sliding into her lane skidding off the road. Without even thinking Chloe had slammed on her breaks and ran from her vehicle with her medical bag in hand to the crash site, terrified of what she would find. She peered inside and could see the driver in the front seat's airbag had deployed but was now unconscious. She quickly dialed 911 while kicking out the rest of the back window of the vehicle. She placed the phone on speaker and laid it on the caved-in roof of the vehicle, now the floor, and put it on speaker so she could easily provide details of the accident to the EMS dispatch. She checked on the driver who she could tell was breathing but was still unconscious. She checked the carotid artery and could feel a strong pulse, which she related to the dispatcher. As she continued to provide information, she heard a small muffled voice from the driver's seat. She relayed that the driver was speaking, however, she couldn't hear her well and would be moving further into the car. She was asked to remain at a distance, however, Chloe being Chloe, and trained as an EMT, explained she was confident that she was not in danger and would not be leaving the patient.

"Hi, there.." Chloe said in a calm voice. "I'll be your rescuer today, my name is Chloe Beale. Can you hear me?" She waited for a reply but heard nothing. She called again, "Please do not move your head, just answer yes or no."

She could hear very little with the airbag inflated against the young girl's face, so Chloe opted to stabilize her neck with the neck brace she brought from her vehicle. She was surprised that the child size neck brace fit this woman. She was so tiny. Chloe immediately felt her emotions welling up, as she moved the airbag and saw the amount of blood pooling over the woman's face. She quickly pushed these emotions away and tried her best to stay professional. Now with the neck brace in place, she was able to clear the young brunette's airway of the airbag and began to further check her vitals. She applied pressure to the women's open wound, to help control the bleeding.

The respirations were slightly labored, but not critical, however, the pulse rate was strong with tachycardia, meaning there could be a serious internal injury that needed immediate attention. Chloe remained calm, but called out the numbers to the dispatcher, providing the much-needed information. Chloe wrote on her arm with a pen each time she took the young girl's vitals. It was critical information.

While doing this, Chloe did her best to keep Beca conscious by asking her questions, she asked her name, she asked what she doing out so late, what she enjoyed. Anything she could think of to keep the girl talking and conscious. Beca's speech became more labored and slow, but she did manage to hear a consistent theme of worry about a laptop, and music. With a sudden burst of energy, Beca quickly reached around the crushed car, frantically trying to look for her missing items. Chloe quickly grabbed Beca's hand and ensured her she would stay with her, she would find whatever it was that Beca was missing in the vehicle, and she would stay with her until help arrived. She continued to try to keep the girl calm and reassured her that she would find what she needed. She told her not to worry, she wasn't going anywhere. That's when Beca's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she lost consciousness again. Chloe called for her over and over again, but Beca was completely out. Luckily the siren's were quickly approaching.

Chloe waited until the fireman approached the vehicle. She called to them from the car. She would not leave Beca and only retreated when she was assured that they were completely through the front door and had Beca in their care.

Chloe shared all her notes with the medical director on the scene. From her first contact with Beca, each time she checked her vitals and when she applied the neck brace, and pressure to her open wound, she explained every movement and step she had taken. Through the run down, the Medical Director praised Chloe's quick reaction and ability to provide on-scene emergency care. He asked her future plans, and if she would consider a position on their EMS team. Chloe thanked him but explained she just took the training to aid in her chosen profession, not elaborating more.

"Well if you ever change your mind, Ms. Beale, please don't hesitate to call me, you have wonderful skills, this county could really use a talent like yours."

"Thank you, sir. Could you tell me where they will be taking Beca?" The redhead requested.

"Unfortunately Chloe, due to regulations, I am unable to share that information with you. I know it doesn't seem fair, and I can't tell you how much we appreciate your assistance. If you leave your information, I'll be sure to share it with Beca and her family." Said the short round man.

Chloe quickly jotted down her information, as the ambulance pulled away. She handed her card to the medical director who again thanked her for her service.

Chloe couldn't get the small girl out of her mind, and how upset she was over losing her laptop and music. Chloe walked over to the wreckage and looked inside with a flashlight, no laptop was even in the vehicle.

As they loaded up what was left of Beca's car and drove off, she walked slowly back to her vehicle but turned quickly when she remembered seeing the car lurch from the median and over into the far ditch. She decided to walk the area of impact with her flashlight, she searched for over an hour before heading back towards her car. As she was about to enter, she looked up, and a flash caught her eye off the headlight of a car in the far lane. There, about 10 feet from the edge of the road in the brush, was a silver case. Chloe quickly ran over and retrieved the broken laptop. To her, it looked very damaged, but Chloe had skills. Perhaps she could find a way to salvage at least something from the battered computer. She was willing to do anything to help the poor girl.