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.

me. If the car was to catch fire, we'd have no chance of

look forward, but the slightest movement made the

almost as quickly as it had started, but I was left feeling utterly lost until I heard

calling for me? Where was

shout back, "Ernest, the car flipped again." "Ernest, please get someone to save us, hurry,"

and I was not ready to

look outside, terrified of seeing flames

hooked mine, drawing my attention. I looked

be flowing

face, half-covered in blood to

a

on his head.

Just talk to me," he murmured, his voice

movies that those severely injured or close to death often felt an

with my other

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