Despite the troopers' persistent calls, the figure in the white coat never appeared.
When the ambulance finally arrived, my body had already grown cold.
"He succumbed to massive blood loss and multiple organ failures," one medic declared.
As they pronounced me dead, my spirit felt strangely unburdened, drifting away—
Not just away, but towards the Beetle that my sedan collided with.
Rather, towards my wife, Jessica.
There she was, by the Beetle, performing CPR on someone!
That emergency doctor mentioned earlier—it was her.
And I knew that someone.
It was Mike Jacobs, her childhood sweetheart, the one she never quite got over.
He had returned from abroad just three months ago.
Since Jessica and I met in college, I only knew about her past with Mike from stories others had shared.
They used to say she chased him everywhere, causing scenes all around town.
She even chose med school to follow him.
It made sense then, her choice at that critical moment.
The hospital room was filled with silence.
Jessica, still in her coat, was taking Mike's blood pressure.
"What happened to the person I hit?" Mike inquired.