I had just finished my studies for the day at school and was waiting for my fiancÃÂ©, who had already picked my children (ages two and three) up from daycare, to come and get me. He was thirty minutes late, which was very unusual. My fiancÃÂ© had this habit of always arriving early or right on time.
Suddenly, I heard sirens. Then I saw an ambulance go flying down the highway. At that moment, my heart flew into my throat and I was afraid I knew the reason why my fiancÃÂ© was late. A few long seconds later, a woman came running into the building, calling my name. I immediately grabbed my book bag and ran out the door with her. I got into the car and rode with her to the scene of the accident. The ambulance was already there, along with a fire truck and a police car.
I watched in terror as the fire fighters cut my family out of the car. My son was the first one out of the wreckage. He was crying, but did not seem to be seriously injured. My daughter was the second to be pulled out. She was also crying, but I sensed that something more might be wrong with her. My fiancÃÂ© was the last to come out of the twisted vehicle. He had not been wearing a seat belt and was gravely injured. They life flighted him from the scene to Oklahoma City. Both of my children seemed to be in fairly good shape at the scene, so they were sent by ambulance to the nearest hospital, and I was allowed to ride with them.
On the way to the hospital, my daughter started becoming more and more listless. She stopped crying, wasnÃÂt talking, and started gasping for air.