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The front of Kennedys car was crumpled like a crushed soda can,
the below below-freezing wind was already blowing through the cracks
too, there was blood on the airbag and on Kennedys face; and if help
minutes from a blue rest area sign that warned Next Rest Area 70
her speakers and thinking about this big case she just got at work. It
was a tough one and she needed to do a good job. She reached over to
She turned her wheel, opposite, just like her dad had taught her.
She pumped her brakes, resisting the overwhelming urge to slam them
because the cement barrier was getting closer, closer in her headlights
untildarkness.
When Kennedy finally came to, she was vaguely aware that her
head hurt and her whole body was going numb with cold. Breathing
hurt, too. Shivers were already rattling her body and drawing her
Crash. Her mind processed. Hurt. Need help. 911. But her phone
Slowly, she sat up, shoving down the nausea that rose in her
stomach and focusing through the fuzzies that clouded her vision.
Maybe the car would start, she thought. It didnt. Kennedy swore, fell
back into her chair, and swore again because that hurt.
Her options were limited. Her body hurt so badly she didnt think
she could walk very far. Besides, shed get hypothermia before she
walked half a mile. All she could do was try to stay warm and calm.
And shed pray that someone would drive by some. Maybe a hunky,
little as possible, she reached into the backseat and found a blanket
She had energy only to drape the clothes and blanket over her
body. With nothing left to do, she shut her eyes. The adrenaline was
fast.
I might die here, she thought. The first tears finally came. She
thought about her parents. I should have waited. For the storm to pass.
As often happens when one thinks one may die, Kennedy started
to reflect on her life. On the things she had wanted to do, places shed
breezed through college, graduated first in her class at law school, and
go to Venice. And get married. And eventually have kids. She probably
should have visited her parents more often and maybe called her
brother, Ben.
But now, she was going to die. Her boss had even offered her a
week for a reaction. She declined, she had to prove herself, and she
Nothing quite like a car crash to make oneself question ones life
ambitions.
The wind screamed around her car and Kennedy felt herself
she saw a faint glow at the back of her eyelids. It grew brighter and
This is it, she thought. Suddenly she was hit with a cold blast of
Hey!
Kennedy let her eyes crack open. His silhouette was illuminated
But no. Her eyes adjusted. Not a hunky, chiseled off-duty EMT.
No. He was a strange hippie punk with dreads, a tie-dyed shirt, and a
strange smell.
Yeah thats some blood there. You need a doctor probably. No worries,
Uh, yeah, well ya see, I dont have a phone, he said. Its part
myself. I had one for a bit. One of those flip phones. For emergencies,
ya know. But it died a while ago and I forgot I had it. I mean,
Right. He took a deep breath and shivered. Well, lets get you
into my van.
promise. Im Philip. Philip Smith. Just a former college kid traveling the
world, living out of my van. C, couldnt decide what to study, you know.
She didnt really have a choice; so she let the hippie, named
Philip, help her stand. Kennedy wobbled as pain shot through her right
Whoa now, whoa. He caught her elbow and pulled her close.
That smell was almost enough to make her gag. Easy lady, easy.
Kennedy Michelson.
forward a step, but Kennedy couldnt put weight on her leg. She
Hmm, yeah, thats not great, Philip said. But its okay. Ive
puke on the side of the road too. Lots of times. Happens to the best of
us. He laughed, almost a choke. Then he scooped Kennedy up in his
popped the back of his van open, and gently transferred her to a
And this is how I die, Kennedy thought in her foggy, hazing state.
Lucky for you Ive got a bed back here! Philip said proudly. Its
cheaper than a hotel of course. Oh, sorry about that. He shoved a pair
of boxers and a plastic plate away from Kennedys head. Huh. Wait.
Idea! Philip produced a T-shirt from the other side of the bed and
Kennedys head. For the bleeding, I think. The pain was so strong it
weird smell, too. He pulled a soft blanket up to her chin. Well get you
some help, dont you worry. He put his hand on her cheek. Dont you
Kennedy heard the trunk door slam, the front door open, and
slam. The van rumbled and rolled forward, causing her to roll forward
wanted to go back to that darkness and she wanted him to shut up. I
dont wan you to die on me back there. Sorry, maybe I shouldnt say
rattled about his adventuresthe places hed been, the people he met,
the things hed done. About how he planned to call it a night, but
Kennedy moaned.
Philip pulled into the Ambulances Only lane in front of the ER.
Kennedy was lifted her from the mattress and transferred to a gurney
from Philips. She was hooked up to wires and tubes and shoved down
She could let herself fade as, the drugs were starting to take
effectaffect.
In her fuzzy vision, she could see Philip in the doorway. He gave