Making the Call

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Smell hamburger? It’s your own leg. Remember the accident? No? You’re still in shock. See the dead man over there? He was in the accident too. You didn’t kill him. Don’t worry about that. You’re not guilty of murder. You wouldn’t need that kind of trauma anyway. Losing the leg is enough.

Do you remember the trains? Yes, trains. More than one. Don’t look. Trust me when I say the rails are not far behind you. You made it this far before the pain knocked you out. I think you dragged the leg with you. Judging from the smeared, dirty, blood trail, that’s exactly what you did. Dragged it.

Now your arm, that’s another story. What? Oh, sorry to upset you. Never mind the arm. Lie still.

If you stay calm, you’ll be better off. Nine out of ten people who get in life-threatening accidents, like you did, die from worrying about their injuries. The worry raises the heart rate. Raised heart rate pumps more blood out the wound hole. Lose too much blood and you’re done. Lights out.

Especially you, because you have so many wounds. I told you it looks like hamburger, right?

Then again, there’s a lot of dirt in your wounds. Bleeding might clean you up a little. Look at that one. What’s in there? Asphalt? Concrete bits? Maybe you shouldn’t have dragged yourself across the…but yeah, you were getting some distance from that last train, weren’t you?

I saw it all happen. I got video. The scene was fantastic! The first train got hit from behind by the other train. You and those other people were crossing in front of the motionless train, when, BAM!

It got hit and got shoved ahead. It leapt off the tracks. I’m not kidding. The train that hit it came pushing through, like a long, hungry, metal worm. You were there. You leapt too, but too late. You didn’t clear the rails before the first train hit you and the second train pushed its way toward you. You were conscious enough to see the second one coming. I saw that much. I didn’t see how you got out of the way of it, because I was taking video by then. I got some amazing video of the second train throwing sparks from scraping alongside the first train. Crazy.

What did you ask? How did I get video? On my phone. Did I what? Call paramedics? No, I didn’t. Good idea. I’ll call them now.

Hey, stay with me, man. Don’t blink out now. I’m making the call.

I’m making the call.

Published by Kurt Gailey

This is where I'm supposed to brag about how I've written seven novels, five screenplays, thousands of short stories, four self-help books, and one children's early-reader, but I'd rather stay humble. You can find out about things I've written or follow my barchive (web archive, aka 'blog) at xenosthesia.com or follow me on twitter @kurt_gailey. I love sports and music and books, so if you're an athlete or in a band or you're a writer, give me a follow and I'll most likely follow you back. I've even been known to promote other people's projects.

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