Cabin Fire: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 4) by Bella Love-Wins Page B
Authors: Bella Love-Wins
to see us have somewhat of a normal life, given the schedules we had as doctors. We also had a condo just blocks from the hospital. Emma had suggested that we stay in the condo overnight, but I was looking forward to a weekend away. I convinced her we could make it to Long Island that night.
“When we crossed over into Long Island, the weather turned on us. The roads were sheets of ice in spots. I was driving at a snail’s pace to get us home in one piece. After what seemed like hours, we were five minutes away. All that stood between us and our house was one bridge.
“I took it very slowly. I knew the bridge had a tendency to ice up something awful. It was not too bad that night, but I was still careful. When we were about a third of way across, it was almost impossible to drive. We were slipping and sliding around. I had no control of the car. It was so bad, I coasted to a stop and searched the trunk for winter chains. It was freezing, but I got them on eventually.
“Finally back in the car, I drove off. I had made it halfway to the other side when I noticed a car coming from the opposite direction. It was weaving and swerving in the same way our car had been doing. I stopped again, because for a moment, it looked like the driver had no control. But then his car came to a stop. Or at least it seemed like it did. That was when I drove off again. By then, there was no time to stop, or swerve, or get out of its way.
“The vehicle hit us head on. I still think about that today. If I had not stopped to put on the chains, we might have avoided that driver completely. Emma would have had her seatbelt on and we might have gotten home safely. If we had stayed at the condo near the hospital, none of this would have happened.
“After the collision, I may have blacked out for a minute or two. When I came to, I looked beside me, and Emma was not there. She had been thrown from the vehicle. She must have taken off her seatbelt while I was putting on the chains. I tried to open my door, but something was wrong with my left arm. I managed to open it with my right arm and stumbled out of the car, trying to find Emma. I think I lost it when I saw her. Before I touched her, I went back to the car and call 911.
“I looked into the other driver’s car. It was a middle-aged man driving an old Chevy truck. Maybe the airbags failed, or it’s possible the truck predated airbags. There was so much blood, and the man’s head was lifeless, resting on the steering wheel, pressing on his horn.
“I ran over to Emma and dropped to my knees beside her. She had cuts and lacerations, and her arms and one leg lay in such a precarious position, I knew they were broken in multiple spots. I tried to give her CPR, but my left arm wouldn’t work. I ran back to the car to get some blankets from the trunk and covered her with them. She was lifeless. She would not move. I tried some more CPR with one hand, which was difficult. I saw a trail of blood trickle from her forehead. I think that’s when I froze. Something about it made me notice my own arm.
“While I was putting on the chains, I was sweating, so I had taken off my winter coat. After the collision, as I tried to tend to Emma, all I had on was hospital scrubs. My arm was bloody and mangled. It seemed to hang on by just the skin and a bit of flesh. Something about it made me unable to look away.
“I don’t know how long I had been looking at it, but when I finally looked up, the paramedics were there. A fire truck had arrived as well. First on scene asked me what had happened, but I believe I was in shock. I know I told him to take care of Emma, and that the man in the car was hurt badly.
“I was so out of it when I came out to from my haze. I had repeatedly screamed it was my fault; that I was to blame. The truth was, I felt it was my fault, because I stopped to put on the chains. I was the one who made the decision not to stay at the condo like Emma had suggested.
“Those
“When we crossed over into Long Island, the weather turned on us. The roads were sheets of ice in spots. I was driving at a snail’s pace to get us home in one piece. After what seemed like hours, we were five minutes away. All that stood between us and our house was one bridge.
“I took it very slowly. I knew the bridge had a tendency to ice up something awful. It was not too bad that night, but I was still careful. When we were about a third of way across, it was almost impossible to drive. We were slipping and sliding around. I had no control of the car. It was so bad, I coasted to a stop and searched the trunk for winter chains. It was freezing, but I got them on eventually.
“Finally back in the car, I drove off. I had made it halfway to the other side when I noticed a car coming from the opposite direction. It was weaving and swerving in the same way our car had been doing. I stopped again, because for a moment, it looked like the driver had no control. But then his car came to a stop. Or at least it seemed like it did. That was when I drove off again. By then, there was no time to stop, or swerve, or get out of its way.
“The vehicle hit us head on. I still think about that today. If I had not stopped to put on the chains, we might have avoided that driver completely. Emma would have had her seatbelt on and we might have gotten home safely. If we had stayed at the condo near the hospital, none of this would have happened.
“After the collision, I may have blacked out for a minute or two. When I came to, I looked beside me, and Emma was not there. She had been thrown from the vehicle. She must have taken off her seatbelt while I was putting on the chains. I tried to open my door, but something was wrong with my left arm. I managed to open it with my right arm and stumbled out of the car, trying to find Emma. I think I lost it when I saw her. Before I touched her, I went back to the car and call 911.
“I looked into the other driver’s car. It was a middle-aged man driving an old Chevy truck. Maybe the airbags failed, or it’s possible the truck predated airbags. There was so much blood, and the man’s head was lifeless, resting on the steering wheel, pressing on his horn.
“I ran over to Emma and dropped to my knees beside her. She had cuts and lacerations, and her arms and one leg lay in such a precarious position, I knew they were broken in multiple spots. I tried to give her CPR, but my left arm wouldn’t work. I ran back to the car to get some blankets from the trunk and covered her with them. She was lifeless. She would not move. I tried some more CPR with one hand, which was difficult. I saw a trail of blood trickle from her forehead. I think that’s when I froze. Something about it made me notice my own arm.
“While I was putting on the chains, I was sweating, so I had taken off my winter coat. After the collision, as I tried to tend to Emma, all I had on was hospital scrubs. My arm was bloody and mangled. It seemed to hang on by just the skin and a bit of flesh. Something about it made me unable to look away.
“I don’t know how long I had been looking at it, but when I finally looked up, the paramedics were there. A fire truck had arrived as well. First on scene asked me what had happened, but I believe I was in shock. I know I told him to take care of Emma, and that the man in the car was hurt badly.
“I was so out of it when I came out to from my haze. I had repeatedly screamed it was my fault; that I was to blame. The truth was, I felt it was my fault, because I stopped to put on the chains. I was the one who made the decision not to stay at the condo like Emma had suggested.
“Those
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