“Linda, Keep looking forward, OK? I’m just making some space and I’ll be coming into the front of the vehicle with you just as soon as I can,” booms a voice in my left ear. “Are you bleeding anywhere?”
I struggle to formulate an answer, I’m so distracted by everything else that’s happening around me: firefighters approaching with hydraulic equipment; the rip of adhesive film as they tape up my window; the swing of the air freshener attached to my rear view mirror.
