Critical Condition

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“CALL THE AMBULANCE!! SOMEBODY CALL RIGHT f*****g NOW!!” The voice of the passerby that just experienced the horrific site of the accident cracked through the air like a gunshot as people gathered around to witness what was happening. It was bloody scene, not a scene anyone would want to see I in the early hours of the morning. Smoke poured from the crumpled remains of two vehicles, the twisted frame of Vivian’s silver sedan, and the eighteen-wheeler that had T-boned her from the side. The truck’s cab was crushed against a streetlamp, the entire front torn open like a peeled tin can. One of its wheels still spun slowly, whining like a scream that didn’t end. Vivian’s car was a graveyard of steel and shattered glass. The driver’s side had taken the full brunt of the impact, the door f

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