Chapter 3

As he got closer he saw the red stains on the grass below the car. He saw Rae first. Her head was sticking out of the passenger window. Anthony's first reaction was Oh my god, her head went through the glass. But when he stopped the car and started running to the crumpled little bug, he saw there was no glass. Anthony breathed a sigh of relief.
"Rae! Yana! Can you guys hear me?" He yelled.
"Anthony!" He heard someone try to say. It was Yana. He finally got to the car. He saw that Yana had pulled herself into a little ball in the driver's seat. She had a few scrapes and bruises, but there was a large bruise on her head. She was still clutching Rae's cell phone, which she must have gotten from Rae's purse, which was stuck between the seat and a big clump of car that had been bashed in. He almost fainted when he saw Rae. She her legs were trapped under the dash, which had caved in on the impact of the tree. There was a big gash on her head, and blood was dripping from her lips.
Oh god, don't let it be internal bleeding, oh god, please, no. He practically grabbed the phone from Yana. He punched in the numbers.
"Hello, 9-1-1. Do you have an emergency?" the friendly voice on the other line answered.
"Yes!" Anthony yelled into the receiver, "my friends, there car smashed into a tree. One is injured, but conscious. The other one…well, she's worse and we think she might be…" he couldn't say it, he couldn't say "dead." It sounded so final. And if it was final, he didn't know if he'd be able to live like that.
"Is she breathing? Does she have a pulse?"
Idiot! Anthony thought, why didn't I check that? He ran with the phone to the other side of the car. Yana was humming "Mary had a little Lamb." He looked Rae over. Yes, her chest was slowly rising and falling. He gave a sigh of relief.
"Yes, she's breathing."
"Where are you located?"
Anthony gave the person as much information on where they were as he could.
"Okay, we'll send the paramedics over as soon as we can," she said, "do not move the victims, and try to keep the one who is conscious talking, do not let her black out, she could slip into a coma. And your other friend, if you can you should talk to her too, something; she runs the risk of going into a coma if she isn't already. Singing can work too."
"I've got to get her out of there!" he said frantically.
"No," the woman on the other end said, "do not move her. Do you hear me? Do not move her!"
Anthony gave a shriek of frustration and threw the phone at another tree. It broke in two and Yana started singing the Whitney Huston song,
"I believe the children are our future…" it would have been funny to him if the situation wasn't so horrible. He went back to Rae. Gotta wake her up, gotta get her out of here.
He tried the handle of the door. No use. He gently pushed Rae's head back into the car and grabbed the side of the door. He pulled, a tiny bit of the door detached from where it was hinged to the car. He kept pulling, his muscles straining with the force. Finally it opened enough. He put his arms under her and tried to pull her out. Her legs were still stuck under the crushed dashboard.
"Damn it!" He yelled. He used one arm to hold her shoulders, and the other to carefully as he could, pull her legs out. It worked. And although pretty cut up, she seemed okay. He laid her down in the grass next to the other side of the tree, and went over to get Yana out.
The door was worse than the other, so he had to pull her out through the open window. She was humming a different song now, some N*SYNC song, but he didn't know which one. He put her down. She's okay, as long as I can still hear her singing then I won't worry. Now, back to Rae.
He knelt down beside her and took her hand.
"It's going to be okay, Rae, you're gonna make it. Please wake up…"