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Chapter Six

Rubber gloves and blue scrubs

No flashes, no dreams, no pain, just voices around but they weren't directed at me. I tried to open my eyes.

“Oh.” Though the brightness hurts, the sun was so beautiful, shining between the flakes of cinder falling and floating. I was still on the side of the road and like an angel I laid arms opened wide on the snow covered grass and I dug my fingers into the moist and cold surface, I was in my own little world of Ice and Water. There were movements around, shadows. Someone was kneeling to my side but I couldn't see their face since all my focus was on the sun, the perfect, round, diamond like shining, sun.

“Is she alright?” Asked a voice, as a hand brushed the hair off of my forehead.

“I think she's gone catatonic.” An other one stated as something flashed in front of my eyes making me blink. But soon I couldn't take it anymore, it was starting to feel blind and so I moved my hand up to cover my face. “I see she's just under shock … you should make her stand up and walk a bit and then take her to a hospital to get those cuts checked out.” Finished the voice who was now clearly a paramedic's. And so feeling hands slide under my head and push me forward I slowly motioned to get up, without saying a word. A few meters from me, four men in gray jumpsuits were cuffed to the road's safety railings. I crossed their eyes, seeing despair and pain in them as I turned my head back to the road to observe the obvious carnage and the people around it. In front of me, a bloody hand layed out of the window of a police car. I now felt like someone had pressed the slow motion button so I could see every little details of the incident as if I deserved the pain of looking at such a horrid view.

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