What I saw somehow made gravity stronger than usual, because once I realized what it was, I couldnt keep my mouth shut. Shards of glass covered in blood ejected into this women. I hadn't noticed that a window had exploded in the crash. I move her limbs a little more to survey the damage and determine if anything important had been hit. At least a minute or so had passed (at least it would have if time wasn't stationary) before I finally gave up. I am no doctor, I couldn't tell even if I was due to all this blood.

I began picking out all the insignificant residue of glass and setting them on the ground next to the women. Piece by piece her stomach became less of a broken mirror and more of a deep swimming pool of blood in all her gashes. I can feel my self start to gag from the smell of iron in the air. I can feel something starting to come up my throat, the acid burning everything it touches. I try to hold it back but before I knew I was doing the technicolor yawn all over the sidewalk. The feeling of acid dripping out of my mouth on to the chunks of my lunch only adds to the "enjoyment" of regurgitating my food.

After that "fun" experience I continue to deal with the women. It seems that I m about done with picking the pieces of glass out of her abdomen and now I got to find something that can stop the bleeding. I scan the congregation to see if anyone had anything that could possibly be used to stop the bleeding. It only seemed like everyone was wearing short sleeve t-shirts and shorts. Nothing there that can be useful. I continue to inspect the cluster of people until I land on a women wearing a long dress. I can use that as something to tie off the bleeding, right. But the only way I can do that is I have to take it off of her. I can't do that. Can I? Would that women let me if she knew what was going on? No! I am not going to steal her dress, epically when she is wearing it. I get up to wander the stores surrounding us.

The first store I come up to is a shoe store with sales, advertising in the windows. Store two is a home goods store filled yet again with useless possessions. Another five stores go by with nothing of assistance. Finally on what seemed like the billionth store I finally found something that could be useful. A store full of nothing, but dresses. I walk into the store to be surrounded by rows of long decorated fabric hanging from hangers. A variety of dresses filled with short ones, long ones, sleeveless one, ones with long sleeves, every kind on dress is here. I walk over to the first long one I can find and took it. It was a pink tie-diy dress that flows past a person's feet, with tiny pink spaghetti straps holding it up. It had a heart shaped top with tiny pink spaghetti straps holding it up and on the torso it was gathered a bit.

I made my long journey back to the women with the dress following not far behind. It could have taken forever to get that dress, who knows. Once I finally get back to the women, I stand her up and straiten her back. Now she is standing up I can see that she is about as tall as me. Her hair now moves over to lie straight over her shoulders, the pain still swept over her face. the rest of her body still in the position I move it. I tie the dress around her small waist as tight as I could possibly do, double knotting it to make sure it stays. Once I finished I pick her up bridal-style and carry her to the running car through the path I already made. It is really awkward carrying a women as tall as you like this, especially when she kept her shape her standing, expect for only bending at the knees and waist.

I arrive to the SUV and somehow opened the door with the girl still in my arms. I gently put her in the seats and buckled her in. After I walked to my side on the SUV with the driver still on the ground, I hoped in and started my path to the hospital.

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