Chapter 2: Straight to the hospital

After hearing the suspicious loud sound, two men came out from the small trail at the side of the road where the previous young woman's car had been hit. Although it was in the middle of the night, they weren't asleep. They were playing cards and drinking when a deafening commotion disturbed them. Under the thunderous sky, it was distinct to both of their ears. Something was hit hard instead of the usual thunder cracks. As soon as both sprinted toward the scene, they saw a truck dash away and a destroyed, burning sedan. Cursing under their breath, they had no time to record the license plate number as they bolted for rescue. One of them halted and said, "I'm getting a fire extinguisher and my tools. You figure it out yourself in the meantime. And take care." One man nodded and watched as the other returned for additional tools. He rushed to the sedan and saw a wounded young girl, blood trickling from her forehead, and her upper clothing also soaked in red. The door was slanted, and he tried to pull out. It was stuck. He hurried and tried every other door. It was all the same. None of them worked anymore. The heat gradually rose as he felt it burn his skin, despite not directly touching the flame. It was fortunate that the rain still poured down. Else, he couldn't fathom how soon the car would be inflamed. At least, the rain managed to slow the process, and he got more time to think. He somehow saw a long metal stick, perhaps crunched out from this vehicle. Picking it up, it was a bit heavy; he stuck the metal between the opening and slammed it out with his tire body like using a crowbar. After several trials, the failure wasn't a surprise because its bulky weight caused inefficiency. The man was desperate because if a young life passed away in front of him, his heart would shatter. He had never seen her appearance clearly since the hair covered most of her face. Everybody regarded females as a weaker sex, and most vied for protection. If she were replaced by a man, although his heart would be painful, it wouldn't hurt as much. Hiss! Fumes of cold gas sprayed from his right side. His fridge had arrived, and the fire extinguisher screamed nonstop to put out the fire with the help of oncoming rain. "What're you looking at? Hurry! Get the tools to work." His friend roared out. "I bring out our phones along too. Call the emergency number." He picked up the phone from his fridge's back pocket and dialed the number. "Hello, please send an ambulance quickly. We've got an accident at the intersection…" After putting the phone on the speaker, he laid it down on the grass. The two together stopped the situation from worsening and managed to free the woman while speaking with the caller. Seeing her fragile, he put her down on the grass, not knowing what to do next except to take out their jackets and put them over her for warmth. Both waited for the paramedics. Soon, sirens blared, and help had arrived. Police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks all rushed to the scene. In the emergency room of the public hospital in Province N. "Female, mid-twenties. Multiple injuries, possible bleeding inside. Patit is unconscious." A group of doctors took over the patient from the ambulance while one of them, who appeared to be a team leader, asked for further details from the paramedics. She was a female doctor and nodded after listening to the paramedics' briefing; she st them out after they finished and checked the patient while everyone connected the required instruments. A young wois man in a coma, car accident, possible internal bleeding, and damage to the brain. She listened to the commotion and closed her eyes, her brow filled with exhaustion. "Low Heart rate and low blood pressure." The screech from various medical devices showed the distress wasn't over. Doctors and nurses scrambled a the patient. Despite chaotic moments, the whole situation was under their methodical control. "Performing Chest compression!" The previous female doctor rushed and straddled over the patient, paying attention not to worsen the injuries. Her hand clasped as she put pressure on the patient's chest, her body moving up and down. "It's still dropping." "Electric shock needed!" "Stay clear!" "All Clear!...Shock!" The girl's body rose from the bed and slumped afterward. The doctor continued her work, and minutes later. "Stay clear!" "Energy Increase!....Shock!" "It doesn't go up. Heart rate still decreases. More Energy." The machine beeped to notify it was ready for a shock. "Stay clear! Shock!" No,w for a third time electric shock has been given, but no good change is happening. Everyone's face wasn't well. Soon, the line and number displaying the heart rate became stagnant, straight and dashed on the monitor. A long blare announced the worst news for the patient. The female doctor wasn't giving up and mounted on top and pressed the patient's chest again. 5 minutes passed, and every staff member sighed. Frustrated, chest compression never stopped. She wasn't accepting failures. One of them couldn't help but pat her back and said, "That's enough. We did our best." The female doctor also sighed and got out of bed. Suddenly the patient's heart resumed ed and the monitor proved the miracles. "It's beating again." Everyone was rejuvenated and proceeded with the treatment. No one knew the soul inside had already changed into someone else.