Dareka looked to his left hand. “I heard him punch it and climb through the window. He then kicked that door open and came over to me, trying to get me unbuckled. I remember, I turned to him and told him I was scared… I was really scared.” He paused, holding his left arm with his right. “My arm had gotten mangled in with the metal in the crash. I was crying and trying to be calm.” He shrugged.
“I heard the ambulance come and he got out of the car. The doctors came in and tried to get me free but my arm was stuck good. I screamed and shouted ‘It hurts! It hurts! Stop it please!’… But, they didn’t stop pulling to get me out. I was in shock screaming and trying to get away from the doctors. They had pulled me out and I could see the bones of my arm. They were rushing me into the ambulance to get me to the ER and trying to get an oxygen mask on me and keep me calm. But I was freaking out too much, and the more I felt the more blood I was loosing.”
“What then?” Konya asked after a second.
The angel sighed. “Getting me in to the ER… I was screaming for them to stop, grabbing onto all the walls and doors I could…. The more I did, the more my blood got splashed around, and the more afraid I would die… I yanked free and tripped over something and hit my head, and I didn’t wake up.”
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