There was a loud crash outside and I ran to see what happened. At the corner is a mangled mess of metal. I see the neighbor’s car, the one that their teenage son drives. I reach for my phone, dial 911 and go outside to see if I can help.
I reach the car, recognizing Sam through the blood on his face. I realize he is unconscious and try to find a pulse. Another neighbor walks up looking in the window and asks, “Is he ok?”
“There seems to be a strong pulse still.”
We both walk to the other car and look inside. A middle age man lay slumped over the steering wheel. My neighbor asks, “Can you hear me?”
He moves his head slightly and lets out a moan. “I tried to hit the brakes but he was so close.” the man said.
Just then someone let out a scream. It was Sam’s mom running towards the cars. “Sam, are you alright?”
I approached Sam and his mother and reminded her not to move him. Just then an ambulance turned the corner. I put my arm around her and pulling her back said, “Let them do their job.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – neighbor