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And Then I Shit My Pants  
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The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes were my hands. They were hanging in between my knees with my palms up and my fingers resting on the cement. I was slumped over in a sitting position with my head hanging down. I watched my gum fall out of my mouth and land on the asphalt. I brought my hands closer to my face and turned them over. They were covered in blood. I couldn't hear anything. Everything was silent...like I had gone deaf.

I should have known how bad the night would end by how great the day began. It was my junior year of high school. My mom and I barely got along. Our relationship was tangled up in my teen angst and her Orange County housewife attitude. However, this particular day was different than all of the others. My mom actually wanted to have a girls day out with me. I was surprised by her suggestion because when it came to money, she always preferred to spend it on herself instead of me.

I couldn't stand to be around her for more than ten minutes without wanting to strangle some sense into her. My mom has been known to say things like, "Yes, I drive a Mercedes, but its not one of the nice ones." I resented her for her stuck up attitude, especially because I know where she came from which was a household containing six kids and welfare food stamps. So, for her to make comments about how her Mercedes Benz was not up to par, would make my stomach turn.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes were my hands. They were hanging in between my knees with my palms up and my fingers resting on the cement. I was slumped over in a sitting position with my head hanging down. I watched my gum fall out of my mouth and land on the asphalt. I brought my hands closer to my face and turned them over. They were covered in blood. I couldn't hear anything. Everything was silent...like I had gone deaf.

I should have known how bad the night would end by how great the day began. It was my junior year of high school. My mom and I barely got along. Our relationship was tangled up in my teen angst and her Orange County housewife attitude. However, this particular day was different than all of the others. My mom actually wanted to have a girls day out with me. I was surprised by her suggestion because when it came to money, she always preferred to spend it on herself instead of me.

I couldn't stand to be around her for more than ten minutes without wanting to strangle some sense into her. My mom has been known to say things like, "Yes, I drive a Mercedes, but its not one of the nice ones." I resented her for her stuck up attitude, especially because I know where she came from which was a household containing six kids and welfare food stamps. So, for her to make comments about how her Mercedes Benz was not up to par, would make my stomach turn.

"Allison, lets go out today and get our nails done, just you and me."

"Okay. Can I get acrylics?"

"Yes, but you can't bite them off in one week."

"Okay. I promise I'll leave them alone."

I've always been a nail biter and it's obvious that someone wouldn't want to spend forty-five dollars on your nails, just so they could be bitten off.

I got in the car with my mom and we headed out for our girls day together. While we got our nails done, we sat next to each other and talked. It was going great. I felt like my mom and I were really bonding for once in my life. After our nails, she suggested that we go shopping. My mom never wanted to take me shopping. This was insane!

We went to one of her favorite consignment stores down the street from our house. Inside was pre-owned designer clothing, handbags and jewelry. I really wanted a new purse, so I picked one out. I also found some jeans I really liked. I looked at the price. Forty dollars...that's nothing! The jeans were 7 For All Mankind, which usually go for at least one hundred dollars. The two items I picked out were great. I showed my mom and she actually bought them for me.

"Thanks Mom. I had a really nice day with you."

"Me too Allie. Are you going to stay home for dinner?"

I didn't want to stay home for dinner. I had other plans in mind. The date was March 12th, making it my eleven month anniversary with my boyfriend, Freddy. My plans were to somehow get to my friend Angie's house and have Freddy, Tim and Zane meet up to all go out for the night.

"Can you actually give me a ride to Angie's house? We are supposed to hang out tonight."

"Yeah, no problem. Let her know your coming over and I'll take you now."

I called Angie, "Hey, I'm on my way to your house!"

"Sweet! I'll see you soon."

I hung up the phone. I was in disbelief. My mom never gave me rides to my friends house much less anyplace else, really. The only time she would take me anywhere was if I rubbed her feet. She would even make my friends do it too. There was one time that Sage and I wanted a ride to the YMCA pool. We knew there had to be some sort of collateral to get us there. So of course, off came my mom's shoes and out came her painted red corns. It was pretty gross but Sage and I muscled through in order to get where we needed to go. This happened a lot. Now that I think about it, it's really gross that I'm a nail biter considering what my hands have touched.

By the time I was sixteen, I was already used to taking the city bus. I didn't have my license yet. Neither did Angie, Freddy or Zane. However, Tim did. So it was perfect that he was part of the equation.

Angie lived in a Town house. The street was Pasta Rico and I'll never forget what her house looked like on the inside. Upon entering her house there was a living room that contained a couch, fireplace and a black box for her television (which I heard her family used to steal cable). Through the living room was an entry to the kitchen. The kitchen was too small for the size of the table in the center of it. Her fridge always had a bottle of Alizé on the top shelf. Being sixteen years old, I thought this bottle of alcohol sounded classy and expensive. Being older and more educated on alcoholic beverages, I now know Alizé is about an eight dollar bottle of booze. It just has a nice sound to it, "Al-iz-zay...". You can't help but think that sounds fancy. Angie's older brother still lived at home and his room was the only kid's room that was downstairs. We would hang out in there a lot when he wasn't home because he had a computer. After getting to Angie's house, that's exactly where we went; straight to her brother's room to go on the computer and watch videos while we waited for the guys.

Some time had passed and we hadn't heard from anyone yet. We were getting a little impatient.

"Dude, I'm hungry. Where the hell is Tim, Zane and Freddy?"

"I don't know," I said. "Let me call Freddy."

"Tell them we should all just go to Denny's."

"Okay," I said and dialed Freddy's number.

"Hey hunny!" Freddy said excitedly.

"Hey love. Where are you guys at? Angie and I haven't heard from any of you and we're kind of just waiting around."

"We're on our way, but right now we are in a car dealership parking lot and Tim is doing donuts."

I looked over at Angie and rolled my eyes. Putting the phone aside I said, "They're watching Tim do donuts in his car..."

"What the hell? That's dumb. Tell them to get over here."

I put the phone back to my face, "Freddy, Angie and I have been waiting for you guys. You said you would all be here by five...and now it's seven."

"I know. I'm sorry. I think we're right down the street from you guys. I'll tell Tim to stop being an idiot and we'll come over now."

I could hear yelling in the background. It wasn't angry yelling, but just a 'boys rough-housing' kind of commotion.

"Okay. Call us when you're here." I hung up the phone.

"What did he say?" Angie was obviously irritated.

"Well, Tim is being an idiot and driving his car around in a used car lot. I think they're down the street from us though."

Angie sighed and turned back towards the computer screen. I wanted to look good for Freddy so I changed into my brand new jeans. I picked up my new purse and turned to face Angie.

"How do I look now?" I said jokingly while arching my back.

"Dude, are those Sevens?" Angie said sounding impressed.

"Yeah dude. I got 'em cheap though. I hope my ass doesn't look too fat," I said laughing.

"Your ass always looks fat," she laughed.

We were still laughing when Angie's brother entered the room. I always liked Angie's older brother because he wasn't a jerk like most of my friends older brothers were.

"Hey guys, what are you doing?"

"We're waiting around for our dumb friends to come and pick us up," Angie stated angrily.

I was feeling anxious and put my hands to my mouth. Just as I was about to bite my nail I remembered I had acrylics on and I heard my mom's voice ring in my head. "Don't bite them off!" Oh yeah, that's right. I just got these damn things on. I noticed Angie's brother was chewing gum.

"Can I have a piece of gum?" I asked.

It was so 'high school' of me to ask that question. It was a known fact in my school that if you ever pulled out a pack of gum, you would be immediately attacked by people wanting a piece. Gum to teenagers is like cigarettes to adults, only way cheaper and not as addictive.

Adrian gave a piece of gum to each of us and I unwrapped mine and started chewing away. Chewing this piece of gum would keep my mind off of my nails and make my breath smell good for Freddy's arrival. My phone that was still in my hand, started to ring. I look at the screen and it was Freddy.

"Hey, are you guys here?"

"Yeah, we're out front. Come to the door."

"Cool! We'll be right there!" I hung up the phone.

"Dude...Angie, they're finally here. Lets go!"

"Okay, hold on. How do I look?"

Angie kind of had a crush on Tim so she probably wanted to make sure she looked good for him.

"Girl, you look good. How about me?"

"Good!"

"Okay let's go."

We both ran to the bathroom anyway just to look at our faces and really make sure we were good to go.

"Bye Adrian!" Angie yelled.

"Yeah bye! Thanks for the gum!"

We ran for her front door, opened it and there were the guys. Freddy was standing at the bottom of the steps that ascended up to Angie's front door. Tim was closing the door to his car. He was able to find parking right in front of Angie's house. With apartment complexes, finding a convenient parking spot is always a pain in the ass. Freddy looked so good. I loved it when he would wear his hair long and to the side. It was sort of the emo bang look; not too long, not too short. I would dye his hair for him from blonde to dark brown. I always thought his hair looked good darker. He was also wearing a plain black t-shirt. I thought those looked the best on him. Freddy worked out a lot and was really buff for seventeen and was definitely the hottest guy in high school.

"Hey Angie, hey Allison!" they said while giving both of us hugs.

"Hey..." Angie said still irritated.

"Dude, you guys took forever," I said. "Angie and I are hungry."

"Sorry, we were messing around in the parking lot," Tim said.

"Yeah and doing donuts in your car? That's so stupid!" Angie snapped back.

All the guys laughed.

"Well, Freddy was the one who wanted to have a push up competition with Zane," Tim defended himself.

I looked over at Freddy and Zane, "Really guys?"

All the guys laughed again.

Angie looked at me and then said to everyone,"Well, you should have told us you guys would be running late. We could have made some food."

Tim looked at all of us, shrugged and said, "Well do you guys want to hit the road? We're here now."

"Okay, okay...let's go."

"Eww, a snail!" Freddy yelled. "I just stepped on him! Oh, there's another one!"

He proceeded to step on the second snail. This time on purpose.

"Freddy, what the hell man!" Zane exclaimed. He had a soft spot for animals. Freddy enjoyed teasing him by killing the innocent creature.

I heard all of this and laughed as I was getting into the car. I decided to sit in the middle of the back seat. No one ever wants to sit middle, which is sometimes referred to as 'sitting bitch' because it does suck. However, by sitting this way, Angie could sit to my left and Freddy could sit to my right. So it was kind of perfect that I sat in between my best friend and boyfriend. Zane sat up front with Tim and we all closed the car doors.

"Put on your seat belts," I announced to everyone in the car.

I said this because we all knew Tim was a shitty driver. But he was the only one out of all of us that had his license, so we just had to deal with it. I looked over at Freddy and made sure his seat belt was on. Okay cool, it was. Tim put the car in reverse and headed out of Angie's complex.

He was flying over some speed bumps, which made us all laugh.

"Fucking stop dude!" Freddy said laughing.

I turned towards Freddy, "Hey, you know what today is?"

"Yes..." he said while shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

"It's our eleven month anniversary!"

He leaned in, kissed me and then we did our happy dance.

The 'happy dance' we would do consisted of making fists with our hands, sticking out our index fingers and moving our arms up and down in a dancing motion. Yeah, it was cheesy but we loved each other and didn't care what the world thought of us.

Tim turned on the radio and the song Chop Suey by System of a Down came on. We all loved this song and started jokingly head-banging to it. Feeling a little better now, I turned towards Angie and said, "Hey, this night isn't so bad after all."

She looked up at me, smiled and said "Yeah, I'm actually in a good mood now."

"Me too."

Tim turned down the radio. "So where do you guys want to go?" he asked. We were now on the main street.

"Denny's!" I yelled.

"Yeah, Denny's!" Angie agreed.

"Noooo, let's go to the haunted house on El Toro street!" Tim said.

Zane and Freddy both yelled "yeah" at the same time in a classic male 'fuck yeah!' fashion.

Angie and I gave in and we all agreed to go to the haunted house. I did want to see if it was really 'haunted'. I bet it was just an old abandoned house with a bunch of graffiti on it. I guess I'll never know what that house looked like. We never made it there.

Tim turned the radio back up. The System of a Down song was still going strong and we all started head-banging and dancing to it again. We needed to head in the opposite direction in order to get to the haunted house so Tim made a u-turn. Then I heard a very loud, "Oh fuck!"

I looked up to see Tim's arms flying one over the other in an attempt to control the steering wheel. I was suddenly faced with a revolving panoramic view of the entire street. I saw our headlights shine on the shrubs of the center divider. Then everything went black.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes were my hands. They were hanging in between my knees with my palms up and my fingers resting on the cement. I was slumped over in a sitting position with my head hanging down. I watched my gum fall out of my mouth and land on the asphalt. I brought my hands closer to my face and turned them over. They were covered in blood. I couldn't hear anything. Everything was silent...like I had gone deaf.

I slowly raised my head and allowed my eyes to follow the horizon of asphalt to Tim's car. The windows were busted out. There was a bloody hand print that started at the drivers door and smeared all the way to the back passenger door. Then all of the sudden, I was hit with a rush of noise and lights. The street was flooded with blue and red lights flashing everywhere all around me. I looked beyond the car and saw Angie's dad standing in the middle of a crowd of onlookers. The crowd was big and all huddled together. No one was talking.

I screamed, "Where's Freddy! Where's Freddy! Is he dead?"

I heard Tim, but didn't see him, "Don't say that!" he cried.

I turned to my right and there was Freddy sitting right next to me. His face was covered in blood. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled my face towards his.

Starring intensely through the blood, I tried to see his face. "Freddy it's going to be okay. You're going to be fine," I said to him.

I turned my focus away from Freddy and looked my hands again. I couldn't feel my left arm. "Shit, I think its broken," I thought. My face was numb. Everything hurt. I looked back over at Freddy as he tried to stand up.

"Sit the fuck down!" I heard someone yell.

Freddy fell backwards onto the curb and was taken away.

I couldn't comprehend what was happening. I looked back at the car and saw a bunch of firemen cutting off the passenger door where Zane was sitting. Was Zane still in the car? I couldn't tell. Before I could figure it out, someone came up behind me, laid me on a gurney, strapped me in and loaded me onto an ambulance.

Starring at the ceiling of the ambulance I just thought, "What's happening? Where are my friends? What the fuck is going on?"

Then my mom poked her head into the ambulance, "Allison, we will meet you at the hospital."

I couldn't speak. I just kept asking myself those same three questions.

A paramedic leaned over me and inspected my face.

"Are all of my teeth still there?" I asked.

The paramedic opened my mouth and looked around.

"Yes, they're still there."

"Thank fuckin' god," I thought. I didn't go through four years of braces and head gear just to get my teeth knocked out.

The ambulance ride seemed to last five seconds. The next thing I knew, I was in the emergency room being transferred to a cold metal table. A team of doctors and nurses crowded over me as I laid there. I started to cry and a woman came up to me and peered over my face so I could see her. "It's going to be alright" she said...only she was crying too.

I felt the cold metal of scissors running up my leg. They were cutting my new jeans that my mom had just got me.

"No! Don't cut those..." It was too late.

"We have to cut your clothes off to check for internal injuries," a doctor informed me.

The doctor then proceeded to cut my shirt off. I was now laying on a cold table, practically naked and in shock from everything that had just happened. Then I heard a doctor say, "We have to take her into surgery for her arm."

I shot up from the table, "No! I don't want to be put under. I want to stay awake. I don't want surgery."

"We have to. Your arm needs bolts in it."

Another doctor said, "Well, maybe we don't. It may just be a hairline fracture."

"Please, my friends are hurt I can't do surgery right now."

They agreed to let the surgery wait. I guess it was decided that my arm could heal on it's own so I didn't need the procedure after all. They put a gown over me and started wheeling me to a room. Still lying flat on my back, all I could see were the big fluorescent hospital lights flashing one after another. I turned my head to the side and saw doors leading to patients rooms. I saw a bare foot hanging off of a bed.

"Angie!!!" I yelled. I knew that was her. "That's my friend Angie! Wait! Stop!"

The person pushing me didn't stop. "That's not your friend Angie."

Maybe they were right. How could I have known that was Angie. All I saw was a foot.

I got to my room and was moved into a bed that was slightly more comfortable than the metal ER table. My mom and dad were already there. They were crying. I looked at them. I couldn't help but cry too.

"This is bad Allie..." My mom said with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I know..." I cried back. It was a cry of defeat. I had a feeling that everything was not okay.

A nurse approached my bed. I looked at my arm and noticed it had a bunch of IV's in it. I guess I didn't realize when the doctors put them in me.

"I'm going to administer some morphine," the nurse said.

Just as she said that, she injected the drip. This gave me just enough time to yell, "NO!" I didn't want to be on anything. I wanted to be as coherent as possible so I would know what was going on.

Just as the morphine hit, my throat closed up and I felt my eyes rolling back. My arms locked and I must have turned as white as a ghost.

"SHE'S ALLERGIC!" my mom screamed.

The nurse stopped the drip of morphine immediately and I regained all of my senses.

I turned towards my mom and dad and asked, "Where is everyone?"

My mom informed me, "The boys have been taken to Mission Hospital's trauma center and Angie is here."

"Angie's here? Can I see her?"

"No Allie, not yet."

"Can I call her? Does she have a room?"

"In a bit. We need to talk to some doctors first."

At this point, I was still unaware that I couldn't move my legs. I figured this out when the doctor came in.

"Allison, from the scans we did on your body, you contused both of your knees pretty bad and you have a hairline fracture in your left arm. Your injuries will require physical therapy."

"That's great," I thought to myself. I just hoped everyone else was okay.

The doctor who had been telling me about my injuries left the room to greet a police officer that was standing out in front of my door. They both waved my dad over. I looked at my mom, gave her a confused look and looked back at my dad who was now shaking his head and crying at what the doctor and police officer had just told him.

"I'm not telling her that. You tell her," I heard my dad say to the cop.

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked hesitantly.

My dad said nothing and walked over to my mom and put his arm around her. I looked around the room confused as hell. The police officer started to approach me. I watched him walk up, take off his hat and hold it nervously in his hands.

"Allison, I wouldn't be here unless it was serious..." he paused and looked down.

"What, what is it?" I said.

"Allison...one of the boys isn't going to make it through the night."

I said to myself over and over again, "Please don't let it be Freddy..."

"Allison, Freddy's not going to make it through the night."

I looked away from the man who delivered the news. In that moment, I felt like I was the one who was dying considering how significant this news was to me. Tears rolled down my face and all I could utter was, "Oh god..."

My mom started crying hard and came up to me in my bed. I tried moving my body and stretching out my legs but I couldn't. My legs were stuck.

I was now realizing that my legs were stuck in a bent, right angle position. I must not have even noticed before. I tried to straighten them out but I couldn't. I reached for my IV's.

"Take these things out of me. I need to get over to Mission Hospital now!"

"Allie, we can't go there. You need to stay here," my mom tried to explain.

I looked my mom dead in the eyes, then at my dad, "Mom, Dad, Freddy is dying. Get me out of this hospital and to Mission Hospital right now."

My dad nodded and he knew that this needed to be done. He left the room to try and find a doctor to talk to. I laid there looking at the ceiling. My mom suggested that we pray. I was opposed to religion due to the amount of it that was forced down my throat as a kid, but right now...I wanted to pray.

I held my moms hand and we prayed for Freddy, Zane, Angie and Tim. I still didn't know how the other three were, but I knew Freddy was dying. That was all I needed to know to understand that this was serious.

My dad entered the room again, "You can't leave the room until morning."

"This is fucking bullshit! I love him and I need to be there. I won't be able to live with myself if he dies and I'm stuck in this room."

By now, it was already 2:00am. My dad's cell phone rang. Looking confused, he read the number out loud. I recognized the number.

"That's Tim's number! Answer it."

"Hello?" my dad answered the phone.

"Let me talk to him!" I said, trying to reach for it.

My dad made it obvious that me getting on the phone with Tim wasn't going to happen. Their conversation was short.

"What did he say?" I asked anxiously.

"Tim said Freddy is fine and talking. He thinks everything will be okay and wanted you to know that."

"Thank god," I said to myself. At least now I could get some peace.

Then we all heard a knock on the door. I looked over and it was Angie in a wheelchair. She was being wheeled in by a nurse.

"Angie, are you okay?" I cried.

She started crying too. She wasn't okay. She was pretty out of it.

"I just wanted to say hi. I need to go back to my room. Are you good?" she said weakly.

"Yeah...I'm alright." I didn't want to tell her about Freddy. I figured everything was too overwhelming and Angie seemed like she was in enough pain.

After she left my room, I was informed that she had suffered a really bad concussion and couldn't stop throwing up. That explains why she was so loopy.

I don't remember if I slept or not but the next thing I knew, it was morning and the doctor was in my room. I knew this was go time. I had to prove to him that I was in good enough shape to be released from this stupid hospital. I had to get to Mission Hospital. I didn't know if Freddy was still dying but from what Tim told my dad on the phone, I had hope.

"Okay Allison", the doctor said. "I'm going to need you to walk for me."

I looked at my dad who knew I needed to make this doctor believe I was in good shape, so he helped me out of my hospital bed. I threw my undamaged right arm over his shoulder and put all of my weight on his shoulder to make it so my feet barely touched the floor. I couldn't believe it...I couldn't walk at all. But it looked good enough from the way my dad held all of my weight.

The doctor looked convinced, "Alright. We'll release you."

I was so relieved to hear this news. However, I was going to need a wheelchair or else I was screwed.

My mom saw what my dad and I had just pulled off. "I'll go grab a wheelchair to take with us," she whispered.

Awesome. My parents really understood how important it was for me to see Freddy.

We checked out and I was wheeled to the car. I was angry that they took me to this hospital. Why would they take me all the way over to this hospital when the guys were taken just down the street to Mission. I asked my mom about this and she told me that Mission Hospital was booked up but Zane and Freddy had to go there for the trauma center. I still didn't understand why Freddy and Zane needed such immediate help but I was about to find out.

My mom, dad and I arrived at Mission Hospital. We pulled up to the front entrance. I got in the wheelchair and was wheeled through the hospital's front doors. We were in a lobby now and there was a big check-in counter in front of us. My mom talked to the people behind the desk to find out where Freddy's room was. He was in the Intensive Care Unit.

I didn't think that was a very good sign. I didn't say anything to either of my parents as they wheeled me through the double doors of the ICU. As the doors opened, I was greeted by a smell I will never forget. The smell inside of the ICU was a smell of it's own. It was an indescribable mix of latex and cleaning solution. I was wheeled passed several rooms containing ICU patents. All of these patients looked bad...really bad. But I wasn't concerned about any of them. Finally, at the very end of the ICU unit, my eyes met with a large group of people, including Freddy's family.

"Allison, I'm glad you made it. Go see Freddy...now," his mom said directly to me. Her name was Sherry.

I didn't understand what was happening. There were about five people dressed in black with those white squares in the collars of the shirts. They looked like priests.

"Sherry, what's going on?"

"Allison...they're reading Freddy his last rights."

"Last rights? What do you mean?"

One of the men in black approached me, "Hey, you must be Freddy's girlfriend."

"Yeah, I am...what's going on? What are last rights?"

"We are all praying for Freddy. He might not make it."

WHAT!? I couldn't believe this. Thoughts started rushing through my head. What about Tim's phone call? Tim said everything would be alright.

"Sherry, wait, Tim called my dad last night and said Freddy was fine and talking."

She shook her head, "Tim has been placed on a seventy-two hour lock down. He went 5150 and hallucinated all that."

All of these new terms were hitting me hard. Last rights, seventy-two hour lock down, 5150! What the fuck is happening to my life right now?

I started to cry but was trying to hold it together. I finished talking to Freddy's mom and one of the guys that was dressed like a priest. Freddy's cousin saw me. She volunteered to wheel me into Freddy's room. Just beyond the curtains and monitors, I saw him.

What I saw in that room that day was not the Freddy I knew. He laid there with his eyes closed and bruised purple. His nose was flattened. It looked broken. His eye sockets were yellow and puffy. There was a breathing tube down his throat and a machine breathing for him next to the bed. He had wires coming out of the bandages that were wrapped around his head. There were too many tubes and wires sticking out of his arms to count. He looked like he was already dead. But the rising and falling of his chest was the worst part to see...because that meant he was still alive.

I was wheeled up alongside his bed. His right hand laid perfectly and surprisingly untouched by the car accident. It looked beautiful. Not a piece of glass or a bruise on it. I looked at his cousin.

"You can hold it Allison. It's alright," she said.

I reached up and held his hand. I didn't want to think that this would be the last time I would hold it. I kept replaying the memory of him stepping on that snail in front of Angie's. It just stuck out to me. He laughed when he stepped on it...I loved his laugh. I looked at his face and saw that his mouth, where the laughter came from, was now obstructed with a breathing tube. I don't know how long I held his hand, it seemed as if time was suspended. But I do remember being wheeled away and feeling like it was too soon. Later, I was told that many of my friends were at the hospital when I arrived to see Freddy, but I don't remember seeing them at all.

Freddy's injuries required brain surgery. Because of the way we were sitting in the car when it crashed, we wound up having our heads hit one another. My cheekbone, which is one of the stronger bones in the face, hit his temple, which is one of the weaker parts of the skull. The cracked temple resulted in an severed artery. This caused an internal brain bleed. Since there was no exit wound, the blood in his skull pushed his brain to one side causing a dangerous amount of pressure.

I visited Freddy everyday that he was in the hospital. The doctors kept him in an induced coma and said that even though he didn't appear to be awake, he could hear you. So I would talk to him, read to him and hold his hand. There were times when I would be holding his hand that he would squeeze mine. I saw him on good days and on bad days. The bad days were when his brain oxygen level would only be half of what it needed to be. These fluctuations could cause a higher chance of brain damage.

I was there when the doctors pulled out his breathing tube. It was covered in blood. Freddy was in a coma for nearly two months. The doctors said I was the first person he asked for when he woke up.

Zane was severely injured. I saw him in the ICU a few times. It was difficult to see Zane because his room needed to be completely sanitary. He had an open wound that started near his sternum and ran all the way down to his navel. The night of the accident, when I was confused about the firemen cutting off the passenger door where Zane was sitting makes sense to me now. Zane had to be cut out of the car. Zane suffered a brain injury, a collapsed lung and other various internal injuries. There were days when we would hear the news that Zane's brain oxygen level was only at twenty percent. Chances of him surviving didn't look too good. However, Zane is alive and now goes to college. You can't even tell anything has happened to him, besides some scars.

As for Angie and Tim, they were the two least hurt. Angie suffered from a bad concussion and Tim suffered from the knowledge that all of his friends were hurt. All I can say is, everything can be bad at times, but things can always be a lot worse. Also, you should always wear your seatbelt. If I didn't put mine on, I wouldn't even have been here to write this story years later.

And Then I Shit My Pants
And Other True Short Stories
Allison Sciulla
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