My hands shook as I stood there staring at the crumpled piece of metal that had, once upon a time, been my car. I had been driving home from my job as a waitress at 2 a.m. on Saturday. Out of nowhere, as I had been entering an intersection, a tractor trailer had failed to stop at his red light and had blind sided me. As a result of being T-boned I had shattered my wrist and had a concussion. I had been knocked unconscious by the collision and was awakened by someone beating on my driver's side window. It was a hysterical person who had witnessed the accident. He tried to pull open my door but it was wedged shut from when my car had hit the light pole. I could hear him talking excitedly to a 911 dispatcher, and then it all went black again.
The next time I awoke, there was a police officer knocking on my window. I hazily remember him telling me they were going to cut the door off of the hinges to get me out of the car, and then the roar of the machine as it cut through metal.
The next thing I knew I was free and being whisked away on a stretcher while EMTs poked and prodded at me. I repeatedly fell unconscious on the way to the hospital and once we got there. After three hours of doctors working on me they deemed me ok, except insisted I stay in the hospital so that they could keep an eye on my head where I had knocked it.
The next morning I was awakened by a knock on my hospital room door, after mumbling that it was ok to come in, two police officers entered the room. One was an older male with a grey mustache a paunch sticking out over his regulation black trousers. The other man, however, was incredibly good looking. Where the older officer was round and jolly looking, this one was well built and very fierce looking. I would guess that he had to be well over 6' and his body, judging by the way his jeans and tight fitting black tee shirt fit, he was very much in shape.
Where the jolly looking officer looked to be friendly and easy-going, the other had what seemed to be a permanent scowl on his face. The older man, Officer Rich introduced himself to me then. He then explained that the man who had T-boned me in the tractor trailer had fled the scene on foot, leaving the scene on foot. He then introduced the other officer to me, Detective Reynolds was his name. Officer Rich then excused himself to go take the doctor's statement on my health conditions after the accident, leaving me alone with Detective Reynolds.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry to hear about your accident, I hope that you are feeling somewhat better today," the detective said in a low, husky voice that made my pulse speed up, which was quite embarrassing since I was still hooked up to that damned heart monitor. I felt my face turn pink as the annoying beep sped up, and I thought I noticed the detective's lips twitch as if he was fighting off a smile.
"We just wanted to come by and get your statement on exactly what happened last night, so that when we find the man who hit you we will have it." Detective Reynolds walked over to the chair next to bed and folded his long, muscular frame down into it as I told the story of what had happened.
Just as I was finishing up, Officer Rich entered the room again and said happily that the doctor was signing my release forms at that moment and I would be free to go. I was so excited by that news that I immediately got out of the bed so that I could change into clothes and leave. I may have moved a bit too fast for my head to keep up with because as I got to my feet the room swayed, and I felt a strong hand grip my upper arm.
"Easy ma'am," murmured Detective Reynolds. "Take it slow, your head still may not be up to fast movements." Embarrassed, I nodded and smiled meekly. The two officers then headed towards my door, stating they would wait outside until I was dressed.
After sliding back into my jeans from the night before, and my camisole, since my work shirt was covered in blood from where my arm had bled. I then slipped on my shoes and opened the door to the hallway.
Detective Reynolds was leaning on the wall against my door and looked up as I exited. He stood to his full height as I approached him.
"If you'd like, after you sign out, I can give you a ride to the yard so you can get anything you need out of your car, then I can take you home" he said. I felt relief at not having to call a cab for this reason and thanked him sincerely. He nodded at me and told me he'd meet me in the parking lot at his car, an unmarked maroon one. I hurriedly signed the papers I needed to and went to find the hunky cop.
The sunny day outside hurt my eyes as I stepped into it and I squinted to find the car. A dull throb pulsed in my head from the brightness as I walked up to the car. Detective Reynolds was in the car with AC running and leaned across the seats to open the passenger side door for me. I slid gratefully into the tinted car and leaned my head against the head rest. I sat forward and turned towards the man a bit,
