Chasing The Moments - LS [2012] [1/3]

Prologue

The last thing I can remember is hearing the sound of loud crashing and much later the sound of sirens, followed by tones of voices yelling to make sure that I’m fine and keeping me in alert―or something along those lines. My eyes may have been closed and I may have been somewhat unconscious but, it’s what seems to be the most clear in memory right now.

        I remember the feeling of being lifted onto the stretcher, that slid me into the ambulance, as someone ripped my shirt open. The breeze sent a shock wave through my system due to the dropping cold the night fed. The people helping proceeded to stick something on my exposed upper body―that too was cold. I wasn’t too sure of what was going on. All I know is that I was barely breathing and trying to make sense of my surroundings. I felt a prick in my left arm, if I’m not mistaken, and then the sound of a beep―calculating my pulse.

        It was all just a blur in the background.

        I was rushed to the hospital and I could hear a lady’s voice call out to me, calling me by my first name. I remember thinking for a brief second, how did she know my name? Why was she always asking me if my leg hurt? I couldn’t feel anything passed down the waist and I could sense my eyes fluttering shut as she yelled out to a doctor―I think. She called out, asking if I was going unconscious.

                Though, she wasn’t losing me.

                I was losing myself.