Hang in there, I thought. You have to get through this. The ambulance hurtled through the streets at top speed, causing me to nearly lose my seating as we turned corners. The medics in the portable room with me seemed surefooted, but beneath their calm looks and tone as they assessed the boy's condition, I thought for sure that they were really freaking out. That they didn't know how to fix this, that they knew, somehow, that they couldnt save him.
"He'll be okay, right?" I had to ask, trying to reassure my own racing thoughts.
"He has several broken bones," Said one medic, "and a cracked rib or two, as well as a severe concussion that may have caused some damage to his brain. We need to take X-rays and run other tests, but so far, from what we can see, he will be fine."
I nearly began crying in relief. It was almost too much for me to take it. My phone buzzed in my hands.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" said the text message from my mom. "WHERE ARE YOU? COME HOME NOW!!!!!"
"Sorry Mom." I texted back. "I'm going to the hospital. I'll be back ASAP."
"Why are you going to the hospital?" Mom had to ask, I could just see her worrying.
"A guy got hit with a car as I watched." I replied. "I called an ambulance, and now, I'm on my way to the hospital." I sent the text and corrected myself in my head as the ambulance rolled into the emergency room lane. Now I'm AT the hospital.