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When the airbag deflated, Jackie Kellison was able to catch her
breath. She flexed her hands, wiggled her toes, and decided she
was okay. Her neck ached a little, but that was all. Around her
the cacophony of the accident had died down. In the sudden silence
she heard people calling for help.
How many drivers and passengers had been injured?
She scrambled for the cell phone she kept in her glove compartment
for emergencies and dialed 911. The dispatcher seemed already aware
of the incident, but still asked several questions. Ignoring a
painful protest from her neck muscles, Jackie reached under the
passenger-side seat for her first-aid kit.
After being assured that help was on its
way, she disconnected from her call and dropped the phone. She
had to get out of here and see if she could help. She grasped
the door handle, but even with a good shove from her shoulder,
couldn't get the door
to budge. Her beautiful new convertible was totally wrecked.
On shaky legs she stood up on her seat. Before coming to a final
stop the tractor-trailer rig had crossed the center-line and now
traffic stood at a complete halt on both directions of the highway.
God give me strength, she prayed as she climbed out the
open roof. The awful sounds of crying and moaning and entreaties
for help were everywhere now. She hardly knew where to turn.
The bright sun suddenly seemed an abomination.
She'd never
seen such devastation first hand. In front of her was a tangle
of metal and shattered glass. Just ahead of the over-turned rig,
a sedan burned wildly. Had the occupants made it out before the
blast? She prayed so.
"Please, help me! My son is bleeding
badly!"
The woman driver from the car in front
of Jackie's had managed
to open the driver's side window of her own car and was waving
at her. Jackie sprang into action, scrambling over the torn metal
of the Mazda's hood, then jumping down to pavement and racing
to the woman's aid.
"Where is he bleeding?" She was
pulling on a pair of disposable latex gloves as she spoke.
"His arm."
Peering in the passenger window, Jackie saw a boy about fifteen
or sixteen, strapped into the front passenger seat, shifting restlessly.
Bright red blood spurted from a cut artery in his upper arm.
She grasped the door handled and tugged."How about you?" she
asked the mother."Are you all right?"
"I'm okay. Just please, please,
look after Brayden."
Jackie wasn't convinced. The woman
had the beginning of a bruise on her forehead, but she was conscious
and talking and able to move. The son was the priority right
now.
The door jammed. She put a foot against the car and tugged with
all her might. To her amazement, the door fell to the road. She
leaned in for a closer look at the boy. His respirations were rapid
and shallow.
"Hi there, Brayden. That's quite a nasty cut you have." She
was glad to see his eyelids flutter when she spoke to him. Pulling
off her cardigan, she used it to stem the flow of blood. His mother
was at Jackie's side now, having extracted herself from the
driver's side of the car.
"Is he going to be okay?"
"I think so." She hadn't
had a chance to inspect for other injuries, yet. She had thick
absorbent pads and bandages in her kit and did her best to dress
the wound. As she worked, she spoke calmly to the mother.
"We need to stop the flow of blood until help arrives." The
matronly-looking woman stared at her blankly, probably in mild
shock.
"Here." Jackie took one of the woman's hands and
placed it over the bandaged wound."You need to apply firm,
direct pressure right here. Can you do this?"
The woman nodded.
"Good. Help will be here soon and your son will be fine.
Be strong." She clasped a hand on the woman's shoulder,
then slipped on her stethoscope to continue her examination.
The boy's pulse was fast, but thready. She took one of his
hands and squeezed it gently."Can you hear me, Brayden? If
you're too tired to talk, then squeeze my fingers."
Nothing. He was probably in shock, too.
"Do you have anything warm in your van?" she
asked the mother.
"A sleeping bag from my son's
sleep-over last weekend."
"Great. Can you get it?" She kept pressure on the wound
and managed to recline the boy's seat to a supine position,
while the mother found the sleeping bag.
"Here it is."
"Keep him warm," she told the mother, then, noticing
that she had started to shake,"actually, why don't you
crawl under that sleeping bag with him?
Moving on, she saw several people with minor injuries--a man with
an obviously fractured arm, a woman with superficial abrasions
on her face. They could wait.
The motorcycle cop who'd let her
go earlier had cordoned off the accident site and was trying
to clear a lane for the emergency vehicles, without much apparent
success. She saw him glance her way and nod. She nodded back,
then tore off her soiled gloves and replaced them with a clean
pair.
A male driver in his fifties moaned for
help from the driver's
seat of his badly damaged Volvo. He'd managed to open his
door and now he was crying out."Oh, my God, It hurts so bad.
I know I'm going to die!"
Eyeing his pallor and noting the way he
was clutching his right hand to his left shoulder, Jackie was
immediately concerned."Sir,
I'm a nurse. Maybe I can help. Can you tell me what the problem
is?"
"The pressure..." he gasped."I
can hardly breathe."
 "In your chest?"
He nodded.
"And your arm?"
He nodded again.
"Any history of heart disease, sir?"
"Yeah. I have angina. About five years ago I had a heart
attack. It was just like this. Oh, God, I'm going to die
this time, I know it."
"Do you have your nitro spray?"
"In the glove compartment. I can't--"
"That's okay. I'll get it." She ran to the
other door and quickly found the spray."Here. Take this."
He eagerly sprayed two shots under his tongue. Almost immediately
he showed improvement. As an added precaution, Jackie gave him
an aspirin to chew, then she flagged down an uninjured accident
victim and asked the young woman to sit with the man until the
paramedics arrived. She scribbled quickly on a post-it note from
her kit and handed it to the quiet young woman.
"Give this to the paramedics when they arrive so they'll
know what I've done." She patted the man's hand
reassuringly, then moved on again.
This time she could hear a young woman
calling for help."Get
me out of here! Get me out!"
She was in the front seat of a small two-door car and several
people were trying to open one of the doors without success. Jackie
rushed to the scene and stepped forward with authority.
When they saw her first aid kit and the
stethoscope strung around her neck, people stepped aside to allow
her access to the driver's
side of the totaled vehicle. The damage to the car was so severe,
it seemed impossible the woman inside could still be alive. But
she was alive and conscious, too, though frantic with fear, pain
or probably both.
"My legs are trapped. I can't
move them!"
Strapped in her seat, her air bag had deployed,
saving her from massive head and neck injuries. But Jackie didn't
discount the possibility that there could be some injury to the
spinal cord.
"I know you must be in terrible pain, Miss, but we'd
better not move you until the paramedics show up. Can you wiggle
your toes?" she asked hopefully.
"Nothing! Am I going to be paralyzed?"
She was a good-looking girl, probably in
her mid-twenties."Perhaps
you've lost feeling due to a lack of circulation," Jackie
said, offering hope. She glanced around at the crowd."Anyone
got any thick jackets, towels or blankets?"
"I have some towels. They're a little damp..." A
woman in a sundress, who'd obviously spent the day on the
beach, offered two striped towels from a wicker bag.
"That's fine." Jackie took them gratefully and
did her best to immobilize the young woman's neck.
The reassuring sounds of sirens were all around them now. But
how were the ambulances going to be able to transport these people
to the hospital? The traffic snarl continued on both sides of the
highway for as far as she could see. She wondered if her brother
Nate was on duty today. Boy, she could sure use his help out here.
Jackie stood, pressing a hand firmly to
the side of her neck where the muscles were throbbing now. She'd worked her way right
up to the tractor-trailer unit. The driver seemed to be okay. He
was upright in the sideways cab, free of his seat belt and talking
to two men who'd emerged from their wrecked vehicles to give
him a blast.
Over on the far left, she watched as the
paramedics spilled from two ambulances. Jackie almost cried with
relief when she saw her tall, dark haired younger brother emerge
from the driver's
side of the first vehicle dressed in his navy uniform.
"Nate!"
Somehow, above all the noise and commotion, he heard her. She
saw him frown.
"Jackie? What the hell..."
She wound her way through the maze of demolished
cars and accident victims."I was here when it happened, Nate. My car is probably
totaled, but I'm fine."
Her brother engulfed her in a hug and she
winced at the pain that shot from her neck down her shoulder.
She pulled away gently."I've
been around to most of the victims." She told him about the
bleeding boy who was in shock, the man who was almost for sure
having a heart attack, the trapped young woman who couldn't
feel her legs.
"Good work, Jackie." Nate patted
her shoulder, already signaling the other paramedics where to
go. She left her brother to do his job, thankful that he was
here, though still concerned about the inevitable long transport
times.
About to make her way back to her car,
Jackie paused when she heard a faint wail. Unlike the cries and
moans around her, this one was higher pitched and steady as a
stream of water from a faucet. The sound was unmistakable to
anyone who'd heard it before.
A baby.
Jackie's heart jammed up in her throat.
The sound was traveling from the other side of the tipped trailer.
Dropping to her knees, she could see that the front end of a
station wagon which had been trapped under the collapsed rig.
She tried calling out to the mother or father of the infant,
but no one responded.
Sick fear momentarily froze her as she eyed the huge barrier that
stood in her way. She had to get to that baby. But the vehicle
was blocked between the over-turned rig and the burned-out sedan.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She turned and looked up with disbelief. It was the motorcycle
cop she'd passed
on the highway, just minutes before the accident. He'd whipped
off his helmet and his light brown hair was damp with sweat.
Their eyes met with common understanding.
He'd heard the
cries, too.
"You a doctor?"
"Nurse."
He paused, then nodded."Okay then. Let's help that
kid." He laced his fingers and without a second thought, she
stepped her sandaled foot onto the perch.
"One, two, three..." He heaved
as she reached up, and soon she was standing on what had once
been the side but was now the top of the trailer. She scrambled
quickly to the other side, the metal hard on her bare knees.
The cop followed. He was right next to her when she finally saw
the remains of the trapped vehicle. The front half was crushed
under the back end of the trailer. In the rear seat, she could
see the outline of an infant carrier.
"Shit."
She shared the cop's opinion.
He held out his hand again, and helped
her down to solid ground."Be
careful of the glass," he said. Pellets of the stuff lay everywhere
around them. He whipped off his leather jacket and used it to kneel
on so he could get a look inside the front seat of the car.
She turned away, focusing on the wailing baby. The rear door was
jammed, but the window had smashed into a million pieces. Taking
a cue from the cop, she slipped off a sandal and used it to sweep
away the residue, carefully ensuring that the glass pellets fell
to the street and not in the car with the baby.
"Hey, sweetie," she called softly."Are
you okay in there?"
The wailing halted, but only for a split second. She was encouraged
that the baby had responded, even momentarily, to the sound of
her voice. She leaned in through the window for a closer look.
"Oh, God." Instinctively she
drew back. Closed her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Still on
the ground trying to see into the front seat, the cop must have
heard her cry out.
"This baby's only a few months old. His face is covered
with blood." She steeled herself to reach out to him. Pulling
aside the blue blanket he'd been wrapped in allowed her a
closer look at his face. Shattered glass lay all around him. Not
from the window--thanks to safety regulations, vehicles were now
manufactured with window glass that disintegrated into relatively
harmless pebbles. These shards were from something else...
She spotted the plastic frame of a mirror
and shook her head at the mother's foolishness.
"You're going to be okay, sweetie. Let me see if I
can get you out of that car seat." She would have preferred
to leave him in the padded carrier, but no way would she be able
to get the awkward thing through the window. Quickly she released
the metal catch at the bottom, then pushed aside the canvas straps.
"Okay, baby. You're coming out." As
gently as possible she lifted the little thing--ten pounds at
the most--from the seat and through the window.
Finally the wailing stopped as she held the child in her arms.
There were more cuts on his arms and legs, and some on his scalp,
too. Jackie checked for shards of glass, wishing for a table, direct
lighting, and good quality tweezers.
"He okay?" The cop was standing
again. Keeping a careful distance from her and the baby, he shook
the glass out of his jacket, then slipped it back on.
Jackie continued her inspection of the
infant."Lots of lacerations,
but most of them superficial, I hope. I'm most worried about
his eyes."
Both were puffy, but the right one was also bleeding. She mopped
up the blood with some gauze and saw that his eye-lid was lacerated
and--even worse--a fragment of glass appeared lodged in his cornea.
She wrapped the blue blanket around his tiny body, frowning at
the way the little guy turned his head from the slightest exposure
to sunlight.
Not a good sign. Poor babe.
"If his injuries are as extensive as I fear, he needs to
be seen by a surgeon right away." What she could see of the
injury was bad enough. But she was most worried about potential
damage to the internal ocular structures.
"Poor kid."
She thought the cop was referring to the
baby's injuries,
but then she noticed his gaze dwelling on the front half of the
crushed vehicle.
Oh no."The driver?"
He shook his head gravely."I'm afraid the baby's
mother is dead."
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