AN: this is 6mos. after L/H break up....it's summer, June..enjoy!
Lauren sat, nervously awaiting the test results. This could change her life...
"Miss Davis?"
"Yes Dr. Johnson?"
"The tests came back negative. There was no cancer. There is a small buildup of fluid, which I can drain for you tomorrow at 5pm, if you have time in your schedule. Nothing serious. Can you come by tomorrow?"
"Of course, Dr. Johnson! Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow."
Dr. Johnson left the room so Lauren could get dressed. She had been so worried about the possibility of breast cancer. Her aunt and grandmother had died of it, and Lauren had felt a lump a few days before. She and Scott had both been worried. She pulled on her coat and went to say goodbye to Dr. Johnson. She thought of calling Scott to tell him she was on her way home, or to ask him to pick her up, but it was a beautiful summer day, so she just walked. She couldn't wait to tell Scott the good news!
Lauren strolled happily down the streets of Boston, almost humming. As she left the hospital she was almost ready to break out into a song and dance routine. Everything looked better to her now. The sky was bluer, the grass greener, the small birds singing sweetly. She had only crossed on intersection so far, as the blocks were quite long. Approaching the next intersection, Lauren failed to look both ways before she crossed the street. She stepped out into the quiet street and failed as well to hear the roar of an engine behind her. Instantly she felt herself being pushed onto the pavement. She could feel the front tires hit her thighs and then she felt nothing. Her body lay on the street at a 45° angle to the crosswalk outline, the bold white lines she had been walking just outside of.
The car had just raced over her neck. The young driver slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a halt, one back tire milimeters from Lauren's neck, one just beyond her legs. The driver got out of his car and stood, shocked. There was no way to get her out from under his car like this. He could drive more...one more tire over her neck and he'd have her out..well, he assumed it was a woman. She wore tight jeans over her bloody legs and he thought he could see some nail polish on her half hidden fingers. Half hidden under his car. If he drove over her neck, he'd surely kill her. But if he left her under the car for more than a few seconds, she would certainly bleed to death. He had no cell phone, and couldn't call the hospital which was only 2 blocks away. It was too far to run and get back to her in time. He grimaced and went around the car to the spot where her head lay. He reached under the car to her shoulders and grabbed her under the arms of her t-shirt. He didn't even look at her face, he was concentrating on getting her out. When she lay leaning on the curb with her almost severed legs still partially under the car, he looked at her bruised and banged face.
"Holy Sh*t. Miss Davis?" he stared at her. He knew there was no way to get her to the hospital on time. Her spinal cord was practically severed. She would never live. He knew he wasn't supposed to move someone with a back injury, neck injury or anything, lest he should cause permanent damage, but there was no saving Lauren Davis. He lifted her carefully into the backseat of the little red sportscar that had killed her and cried as he drove the 2 blocks back to the hospital. "I'm so sorry..I'm so sorry Miss Davis." He said as he pulled up to the ER doors.
Lauren sat, nervously awaiting the test results. This could change her life...
"Miss Davis?"
"Yes Dr. Johnson?"
"The tests came back negative. There was no cancer. There is a small buildup of fluid, which I can drain for you tomorrow at 5pm, if you have time in your schedule. Nothing serious. Can you come by tomorrow?"
"Of course, Dr. Johnson! Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow."
Dr. Johnson left the room so Lauren could get dressed. She had been so worried about the possibility of breast cancer. Her aunt and grandmother had died of it, and Lauren had felt a lump a few days before. She and Scott had both been worried. She pulled on her coat and went to say goodbye to Dr. Johnson. She thought of calling Scott to tell him she was on her way home, or to ask him to pick her up, but it was a beautiful summer day, so she just walked. She couldn't wait to tell Scott the good news!
Lauren strolled happily down the streets of Boston, almost humming. As she left the hospital she was almost ready to break out into a song and dance routine. Everything looked better to her now. The sky was bluer, the grass greener, the small birds singing sweetly. She had only crossed on intersection so far, as the blocks were quite long. Approaching the next intersection, Lauren failed to look both ways before she crossed the street. She stepped out into the quiet street and failed as well to hear the roar of an engine behind her. Instantly she felt herself being pushed onto the pavement. She could feel the front tires hit her thighs and then she felt nothing. Her body lay on the street at a 45° angle to the crosswalk outline, the bold white lines she had been walking just outside of.
The car had just raced over her neck. The young driver slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a halt, one back tire milimeters from Lauren's neck, one just beyond her legs. The driver got out of his car and stood, shocked. There was no way to get her out from under his car like this. He could drive more...one more tire over her neck and he'd have her out..well, he assumed it was a woman. She wore tight jeans over her bloody legs and he thought he could see some nail polish on her half hidden fingers. Half hidden under his car. If he drove over her neck, he'd surely kill her. But if he left her under the car for more than a few seconds, she would certainly bleed to death. He had no cell phone, and couldn't call the hospital which was only 2 blocks away. It was too far to run and get back to her in time. He grimaced and went around the car to the spot where her head lay. He reached under the car to her shoulders and grabbed her under the arms of her t-shirt. He didn't even look at her face, he was concentrating on getting her out. When she lay leaning on the curb with her almost severed legs still partially under the car, he looked at her bruised and banged face.
"Holy Sh*t. Miss Davis?" he stared at her. He knew there was no way to get her to the hospital on time. Her spinal cord was practically severed. She would never live. He knew he wasn't supposed to move someone with a back injury, neck injury or anything, lest he should cause permanent damage, but there was no saving Lauren Davis. He lifted her carefully into the backseat of the little red sportscar that had killed her and cried as he drove the 2 blocks back to the hospital. "I'm so sorry..I'm so sorry Miss Davis." He said as he pulled up to the ER doors.