The Accident – Creative Writing
There I was, sat in the waiting room, cold and alone. I felt as if tonight had been the longest night of my life. I looked at the blurry red haze of my watch; it was now 5:37. Everywhere around me there was the constant sound of crying babies, coughing sick. Although the room was overcrowded and dense, I felt completely alone. I drifted off into a quiet sleep, thinking of nothing but the night before…
It was dark. I and Claire had been driving all night. We were determined to get home by daylight; we needed to be home by daylight. I had been driving home from mine and Claire’s honeymoon to Scotland. Our cottage was beautiful, in a quiet, humble town by the beach. Fraserburgh I think it was called. Anyway, it was now getting closer and closer to midnight. I could feel my eyes closing in on themselves, as I became more and more tired, the faint sound of my watch ticking gradually increased and became louder and louder, before long it was all I could hear.
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The streetlights that stretched out for miles ahead of me blurred into one within the blink of an eye. I knew I either needed to pull over or ask Claire if she would drive. Although, I couldn’t be late for Claire’s important interview. She had been planning every possible question she might get asked. Suddenly, as i was deciding what to do, the decision was made for me, as my eyes drew shut and my head swayed to the side. The car slowly skidded off to the side of the road. My eyes jumped out of their sockets. I had never felt so awake…
Suddenly i was woken up by a soft, reassuring voice. “Mr. Parker…” I slowly opened my eyes and brushed my hair out of my face. I was not used to the bright, splintering light, so everything seemed over exposed. “Yes, that’s me.” I hastily replied.
“I’m Doctor Remorï¿½, Your wife, Claire Parker, she has had some severe injuries to the spine and im afraid that she may never have any feeling in the bottom half of her body.”
“What does that mean doctor? Will she still live? Will she ever walk again?” I questioned.
He replied “There’s always the possibility, however the chance is very slim.”
I asked him “Ca…Can i see her?” I mumbled as a tear came to my eye.
“Yes, yes of course you can… go right ahead she’s in room 3B.”
“Thank you.” As I slowly walked over to her room, all i could think about was doctor’s facial expression. His dropped and narrowed eyes, his downturned lips and his lowered eyebrows. All showing signs of how I am feeling right now. I realised that my left leg had been injured in the crash; despite that and a few cuts I got out of the crash remarkably lucky. It’s almost a miracle im ok. I tried to think about what happened after the crash, but failed. Before I knew it, I was there. Room 3B. The room of pain, sorrow and misery. I clenched the door handle, tight. Twisted, opened and there she was.
She was lying in her bed, still, not moving. Completely dependent on the machine attached to her, as I saw her I was overridden with a feeling of guilt, and despair. I slowly walked over to her; one small step at a time. Click, Clack; Click, Clack. The sound of my shoes tapping on the speckled white floor was the only thing that could keep my mind off the sound of the heart monitor.
I placed my hand firmly on her chest, almost as if I could pass on my love to her. For a moment, it felt like she could hear my prayers to wake up. Suddenly, as I was silently enjoying my time with her, the piercing sound of her heart monitor began to grow faster, faster and louder. My heart stopped.
A large group of doctors, 5 or 6, urgently rushed into the room. A large, butch woman with a look of anxiety in her eye approached me and said “Sir! I’m sorry but you have to get out of here now!” I was too shocked to listen and understand at first but then she shouted “Sir!” louder this time so i staggered to the door.
I limped out of the room, leaned up against the nearest wall and closed my eyes. Tightly. Once again I tried to remember what happened after the crash. After we skidded of the side of the road, the car flipped and rolled down into a deep, muddy bank. I remember waking up, blood dripping into my eyes and out of my leg. The fear was so intense and so terrifying. Despite the horror rushing through me for my own life, i was more worried about Claire. “Claire, are you okay?” I screamed at the top of my voice.
“Charles, oh… I’m hurt!”
“Don’t worry my love, they will come; they will save us.”
“Charles I’ve got something to tell you…”
As she was speaking, her voice was drowned out by the thunderous shrill of the ambulance siren.
I once again woke up, I was beginning to find it difficult to separate my memories from what is happening now. Doctor Remorï¿½ came to me and told me what had happened. He said,
“Mr Parker, I’m Afraid that Claire has had some severe neurological brain damage that caused her body to go into a permanent shutdown. There is nothing we could have done. I’m sorry.” He walked away.
I was speechless. I took a deep breath, and it felt like I had just swallowed a brick. I walked into the room to see her; I sat, firmly gripped her hand and began to cry.
All of a sudden, i could remember the last thing Claire had said to me. I remembered the overwhelming happiness when she said the words,
“Charles… I’m Pregnant.”