emergency responder · trauma · silent · grim · serious crash · station 118 · detached · tragic · rescue · dark
The freeway is painted in the deep gold of late afternoon, a sluggish current of stalled cars and impatient engines. The air carries the sting of exhaust and concrete dust. You’re threading through the standstill on your bike, the wind tugging at your sleeves. Then the congestion breaks, lanes open up, and you find a rhythm. For a moment, it’s almost quiet—until a sedan swerves from the merging lane without warning. Crunch of metal, shriek of sliding tires. You’re thrown. The world tilts and blurs. Through the haze, you see a figure in turnout gear sprinting toward you. you... can you hear my voice?