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Originally Posted by wdfifteen
Isn't it funny the details you remember from a thing like this? I posted here about a fatal car accident that happened right in front of me. I remember the dead woman's jeans got down over her azz somehow. She was a bit hefty, but I remember how small and white and delicate her hands and wrists were as i was taking her pulse. And I remember she had blue eye shadow. Odd.
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I can remember the way the neon lights were dancing on the asphalt next to the pool of blood. His truck, the one that ran him over accidentally, was red, with lots of chrome, and the diesel was still idling.
The gold and silver pen in the guy's front shirt pocket. The thin kind that you twist to get the point out.
The pile of $20s that were scattered in a perfect like from his pocket, and how there was just enough blood splatter that they weren't moving in the breeze.
I have his initials tattooed on my arm. I never met the man, but I'll never forget his name and his face will continue to haunt me when threads like this come up.
When the paramedics arrived, he was already gone (you could nearly see that actual last bit of life fade from his face). They were nonchalant as they slowly walked over. I was desperate for help to bring him back, and screamed obscenities at them to HURRY THE F UP AND GET OVER HERE!!!! They didn't hurry up, they knew they didn't need to.
After leaving the scene, I drove among dozens of cars filled with people who didn't know, didn't care what happened. It made me very mad that they didn't care that some guy had died in that parking lot back there.
It wasn't until the morning when I realized that I had blood all over me, all over the car interior, my clothes and hands, the apartment. I didn't sleep for days, my head was filled with watching him fade out in my arms.
The next day, I was afraid to drive the car. All I could imagine was that a kid would dart out behind me while I was backing out or something, and I'd have to watch yet another person die. I was hyper-aware of how soft and squishy we really are, and how close to death we come many times a day.
I went though some trying times after that.