Accidents Happen

The windshield wipers beat back and forth, back and forth, in attempt to keep up with the rain. The clock read 11:43. It was late and she was tired. So tired…
As the minutes moved forward and the distance between a and b declined, her eyes began to feel heavy.
The sound of metal crunching and tires squealing was what jerked her awake. A second, a single second of unconsciousness. And then she was swimming through blackness.
She awoke in the hospital around several concerned and solemn looking faces. Their eyes said everything, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to ask.
“The other person,” she began.
They shook their heads. And she began to scream.
She stood up and, despite their coaxing for her to sit, she walked out of the room.
Her body began to shake and she leaned against the wall opposite her. She slid down the wall and curled into a ball and sat there for what felt like hours.
Accidents happen, yes. But are they worth a life? She pondered this as she sat silently unmoving, barely breathing, all night.

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