The Car Crash-Personal Narrative

I am haunted by the wail’s of one of the drivers realising there friend beside them is no longer alive, the blood trickling onto the road and seeing regret written across the drivers faces. I have always put others needs above my own, so I though it was my calling to be a nurse. I’ve worked at the hospital for almost a year now, and I have recently been asked to work as a paramedic in an ambulance. It’s my first day on the ambulance and I am ecstatic, I love the smell of the freshly cleaned car. But then the reality of working on an ambulance was put into full gear.

After the next few years the job just got worse. There was one accident were a family of four were driving, the car spun out of control and the windscreen clattered against the bark of the tree, which jagged the glass into the near by skin. Blood was flooding onto the car seats-The mum and dad were losing blood fast; I’m glad we got to them in time, other wise there kids would of be traumatized by this experience. This was particularly worse because it hit me close to home, what if this happened to my family and my husband and I weren’t as lucky. …show more content…
The scattered pieces of the car lying across the road. Hearing the screech of a passenger slowly getting the smashed in door off of there leg so the blood doesn’t rush to his heart and cause it to stop. Seeing the gushing wounds hits the driver into shock bringing him into the disturbing reality of it all. Though I am relived to say we saved the driver and one passenger, but covering the unlucky one with a sheet is something I will never forget, her lifeless pale body…she was too young. No one deserves this