Car Crash

by: Zack and Robert

Super Bowl XLVIII(48) had just ended, and me and my friend’s favorite team, the Seattle Seahawks, won. We were so happy and thrilled, but all of that would change on a causal drive home. “Dude, that game was awesome!” I said with excitement.
“I know right, that last touchdown was the best part of the game.”
“Eh, I like the part where the Broncos fumbled the ball on the first play,” I replied.
“Ya, they were terrible throughout the whole game."
We were leaving the stadium and started for the car. We packed up all our tailgating appliances and food and headed home. During the drive my stomach began to grumble.
“I’m hungry,” Bruce said.
“Me too, where do you want to eat?” I asked.
“Lets go to McDonalds.”
“Ok then we’ll go through the drive through.” We drove to McDonalds and got our order, then got back onto Highway 80. We continued to drive for five miles without saying a word to each other. We were driving down a road and then, all of a sudden, a cat jump onto the road. I swerved to avoid it, just barely missing it.
Bruce said, “Oh my, that scared the bejeebers out of me.”
“That cat came out of nowhere. It was lucky I swerved in time.”
“I feel bad for the cat, he looks lost.”
During our conversation we had not noticed the jackknifed semi truck in front of our car. The truck was five times as big as our car and weighed a ton more than the car. We crashed into the truck, and the whole front of the car, scrunched up like an accordion.
Bruce screeched, “Martin, I can’t feel my leg!”
“Bruce, that’s my leg!” I replied. Just then Bruce passed out and I called an ambulance. (Later that day at the hospital).
“Doctor!” I yelped.”Is Bruce alright?”
“I don’t want to be the one to tell you this but…,” the doctor started.
“No! He has to be ok.” I ran down the hallway looking into each of the rooms until I saw Bruce laying on one of the beds. I stop and looked at him in shock. He had dark purple bruises all over his body. He also was wrapped in a cover of white bandages.“Bruce,” I said in tears. Just then the doctor walked into the room and stood beside me next to the bed.
“He suffered severe bruising and bleeding during the accident.” the doctor stated.
There was a brief moment of silence in the room.“What about the semi-truck driver, is he alright?” I asked.
“I am afraid not, he was killed when he rolled his truck.” the doctor answered.
“Oh,” I looked at my once best friend and then walked out of the room.