No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The crash was like my worst nightmare come to life, something I never imagined I'd actually experience.

The desperation I felt was profound, mirroring what my parents must have felt years ago.

No, their despair would have been even greater, dying from their injuries.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but thankfully, Ernest was there, constantly reassuring me. "Licia, don't be scared. Help's already on its way, and I'm coming too."

His words were a lifeline, urging me to try and escape the wreck. But no matter how hard I tried, the doors wouldn't budge.

"Stop, it hurts," Conrad's pained whisper stopped me in my tracks.

Hearing him, I dared not move or even speak.

"Licia, why aren't you talking? Are you okay?" Ernest's worried voice came through, seeking my response.

"I'm okay," I whispered back, trying to keep my voice down.

"Check if the car's caught fire or if you can smell gas," Ernest instructed, concern evident in his voice.

car was to catch fire, we'd

my body to look forward, but the slightest movement made the car sway, and suddenly, the world

I was left feeling utterly lost until I heard Ernest's voice calling

Ernest calling for me?

my grasp, lost to some unknown corner. All I could do was shout back, "Ernest, the car flipped again." "Ernest, please get someone to save us, hurry,"

I was not ready to die in

look outside, terrified of seeing flames engulfing

mine, drawing my attention. I looked up to

to be

in blood to

a

on his head.

it hurts so much. I'm so tired. Just talk to me," he murmured, his voice

or close to

my other hand, but

stop the bleeding," I said, desperately searching the car for something to use