A Fatal Accident
The rain pelted the shell of our car; we couldn't see anything. The thunder seemed to shake the earth and the lighting lit up the sky in an eerie way. The road was slippery and had many sharp turns. Just one false move and we could tumble into the cliff below us and fall to our doom.
“Dad!” I yelled anxiously, “shouldn’t we turn back?”
“Don’t worry kiddo, we’ll be fine, a little rain won’t stop me.”
I lie back in my seat, shut my eyes tight as the unpleasant feeling of rain bombarding over me.
A sudden swirling and swerving –I opened my eyes and saw dad struggling at the wheel. A shift of gravity suddenly fell upon us, my eyes turned to darkness.
Softness, contentment, I felt a warm sensation in my body. I looked up, tiled walls, cream curtains, smell of flowers, intricate lighting – it was familiar, a hospital. How did I end up here? Think… it was raining, and dad was driving… what happened next?
“Hi there, Ms Lindy Turner. You’ve finally woken up, how are you feeling?” said a man in a lab coat. He spoke with a patronizing tone like I’m a five year old. I answered “I’m okay I guess, but who are you and where’s my father?” “Oh, how rude of me, I am Doctor Clementine, I have been taking care of you both for a week, you’ve been first to wake up. Congratulations!”
“One week? I’ve in the hospital for one whole week? What happened?” “I’m not sure with the details but you were in an accident. You’re lucky, you were knocked unconscious and had minor scratches, but your father… you should come with me”.
I followed him into the ward anxiously. It was horrifying, tubes were connected to most of my father’s body, “he was in a bad position in the car, he fell face first. His vital signs are abnormal and unstable, he is alive but in a deep sleep, we have put him on life support so if he does wake up he might be minutes away from death”.
Tears form within my eyes. I ran into the bathroom to wash the gruelling image of my father from my mind.
“Take him off life support,” a dreamy voice said. I gasped. “Don’t be afraid, I died here ten years ago in a similar accident. My family thought I would survive, but I saw the pain in their eyes. It hurt more than the injuries from the crash. Right now you’re causing pain to your father, seeing you cry is hurting him. Relieve him of the pain; it will let him rest in peace.”
I knew what I had to do. I plodded back to the ward. I reached my hand out and pulled the chord. A beeping sound came upon the room - the sound of my dad’s death. “Thank you Lindy,” my dad’s voice cried. A tear of happiness ran down my cheek. I did the right thing.