Deaths Follows

We get to the hospital and the worst part is sitting for hours, waiting. I just want to go home. This is time in my life. Time that I won’t get back, and more than likely, it will lead to nothing, just me being told everything is okay and to go home.

The nurse finally calls my name. Sitting in the room waiting for the doctor to start, I feel stupid and like I’m wasting their time.

“So, I hear you were in a car accident? I need to ask some questions about the crash first if that is possible?” I nod, waiting for his questions. 

 “Okay. Were you wearing a seatbelt?”

“Yes.” I nod. I am not that stupid, and to me, it is a pointless question. It won’t change the damage caused, knowing if I did or not.

“Good. Did the airbag go off okay?” 

“Yes.” These questions really are stupid in my eyes and a waste of time.

“What happened? Did the car slide? Flip? If it flipped, how many times?” I can’t remember that. I know it slid