The car came screeching to a halt. The driver popped open the door and ran around the front. I heard her mutter something about insurance before she saw me. She stammered out an, "ohmygod, are you okay?" and I could tell from her widened eyes that I wasn't. I didn't feel injured so I suppose my body went into shock. I didn't feel like answering her question and doubted I could anyway. She stood there, staring at me for a while still yammering out the occasional "ohmygod," until she fully accepted the situation. After her realization, she ran back into her car and pulled out a cell phone. She quickly dialed two numbers then stopped, probably to contemplate driving off. I thought it was strange that my hearing would be so clear, but shrugged it off as I heard the final "one" beep on her cell phone. She frantically explained the situation to the operator.
For some reason, I felt no desire to examine my predicament. I had just been hit by this woman's car and I was quite content to just go to sleep right there. This is probably what death is like; you don't fully understand what's going on, so you just go to sleep and never wake up.
The woman hung up the phone. She got out of her car again and checked on me. I heard her say, "ohmygod, am I going to go to jail?" I took great offense at this. Here I am on the verge of death because of this woman and all she can think about is her problems. I considered dying just so she would get pinned with vehicular manslaughter, but my curiosity on how this would turn out kept me there; what good is revenge if you're not around to enjoy it? I was surprised that she just stood there looking at me. I figured most people at least attempt to provide medical attention regardless of skill or knowledge. I wondered if she had children and what she did when they were sick.
We stayed this way, her looking at me worriedly and me lying on the road, probably bleeding, for some time before the paramedics arrived. At that point, I wanted to yell at the woman, but found that I indeed could not speak. Then a bunch of Emergency Medical Technicians swarmed me, strapping me down to a cot, inserting IVs, putting an oxygen mask over my face, and all that other medical stuff. It seemed like I was at home on the couch watching ER and I expected to see George Clooney when we arrived at the hospital. They lifted me into the ambulance and I heard the woman ask if I'd be okay. I didn't hear the response but it was probably a lie anyway. In the ambulance, I saw the paramedics pass syringes over my body and yell the names of exotic medications to each other. It didn't seem like we had driven that far when we arrived at the hospital.
For a brief moment, I saw the sky as they transported me into the Emergency Room; there were no stars. I was disappointed that none of the doctors working on me were nearly as attractive as the ones on ER. They did a lot of the same things the paramedics did, so it wasn't very entertaining. They must have put a sedative in the IV because I got really drowsy all of a sudden. The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was one of the doctors yell, "clear!"
I woke up a bit later in the waiting room. It seemed rather strange that I only had a few scrapes and bruises. A nurse came out with a chart and told me I could go home. I only lived a few blocks away so decided to walk. Outside, it was still dark out and there were no stars. The whole episode seemed rather strange to me. I wondered why they didn't make me fill out a police report or at least an insurance form. I suppose they'd call me about that later. My house was about a block away when the car swerved out of control. Before the hood slammed into my body, I briefly remembered where I was.