CONTENT WARNING: Paramedic work, including multiple deaths (mentioned). Main story: Serious car accident. (Positive outcome!)
I’ve been a paramedic for almost two decades. As much as it makes me sound jaded, I have seen a lot, and it’s hard to make me break down these days. Oddly enough, the one that makes me break down the most is one where everyone turned out completely fine.
During my first few years as a paramedic, I worked in the big capital city in my state. I have seen my fair share of overdoses, a fair few king-hits where the victim didn’t make it, countless assaults, and more than a few muggings gone wrong. I was burned out after eight years in the area. I was the longest-standing paramedic there; all my partners over the years lasted less than two years before moving on to something else. It was just really hard.
I fell in love with a beautiful woman, and by some cosmic joke on her part, she loved me, too. I popped the question, and we were wildly happy. Her dad started getting on in years and needed some help around his huge house so he wouldn’t have to go into a care facility. It was the perfect time to move the nine hours back to her sleepy little rural hometown. My beautiful wife was going to take her genius doctor skills to the local hospital, and I was going to run around in an ambulance. My greatest hope was that instead of scraping overdose victims off of bathroom floors, I’d at least be cleaning up after injuries and the odd heart attack. I was ready for a change.
My first shift was horrific, and I thought I’d made a terrible mistake. We rolled on a double-car accident scene and it was horrendous. No one made it out alive except for the teenage driver of one of the cars, who never walked again. They were typical bored teens being silly on an open road, and something went horribly wrong. I was at the hospital filling out paperwork and had to hear the doctors telling the other four kids’ parents that their children were never coming home. I went home and cried in my wife’s lap.
Granted, after that, it was a lot of smooth sailing. I had the odd farm accident with some missing fingers, older patients with chest pain, and a few kids falling off trampolines. I was finding the joy again.
One night, in the middle of a h*** of a storm, we get the call to a rolled SUV just outside of town. Dispatch had a h*** of a time figuring out where they were; they were tourists passing through and the lady on the phone was hysterical. I was shaking getting out of the rig. When I saw the state of the car, my stomach dropped, and when I saw the “Baby On Board” sticker on the shattered back windshield, I almost turned around and got right back in. Nevertheless, I steeled myself, and my partner and I scrambled down the ditch in the pouring rain.
The lady who called us is the passenger. She’s hysterical, moving and screaming because her legs are trapped by the crumpled dashboard. She’s got glass cuts all over her hands, face, and chest, but nothing is bleeding profusely. I breathe a sigh of relief; it’s not always a sure thing, and she could definitely have internal injuries, but we love to find a patient awake and alert. We prod at her legs, and she can feel everything; she’s just really stuck. She is crying that she can’t wake up her husband and she can’t turn in her seat to see her kids or dog. She says her baby was crying before and isn’t anymore, and she can’t hear her four-year-old at all. I leave her with my partner and the firefighters who are trying to pry her out of there and move around the car.
The husband is totally unconscious, but he has strong vitals. I can see a broken arm and a huge egg on his head where the airbag slammed him back into his seat, but he’s out cold. I slap some monitoring on him and strap him to a headboard, and everything looks good until we can cut through his door and get him out. From my experience, he really is just knocked out, and we won’t know anything else until he wakes up or we can get him to the hospital. He does groan when I touch his arm to make sure the bone didn’t come through, which is an excellent sign. His pupils are reactive and his reflexes are intact. Gold star for the driver.
I’m terrified to look in the backseat. When I manage to get the door open, I see the baby’s car seat, and inside I find… a sleeping baby. The car seat did exactly what it was meant to; it is still strapped securely to the car, and the baby inside is INCENSED that I am waving a flashlight in her little face. She immediately voices her displeasure, which makes her poor mother burst into tears again. I cannot find a scratch on this baby. I have the whole seat off to one of the medics who has arrived to help, and they go about calming the little tike down without removing her from the seat.
I can hear barking from the cargo area. I look back there and see one of those fancy travel cages made out of the thick steel you have to have custom-fitted to your car. Inside is an upset Labrador, wagging its tail and whining because there’s shattered glass in her cage for some reason. I stick my hands through the bar, and she excitedly licks my hand. One of the firefighters manages to unlock the cage and slip a lead on the dog. She jumps straight out of the car like nothing happened and immediately tries to climb inside the car to get to her owners. Doggo secured.
I have to deal with the elephant in the room. I can’t see the other child. There’s a rear-facing car seat on the passenger side, but it is entirely empty. My stomach twists again. Could the kid have been ejected? One of the firefighters makes the mistake of saying, “Hey, where’s the other kid?” loudly enough for their mum to hear, so she starts freaking out while they’re trying to cut her out.
Me: *Loudly* “The straps aren’t broken. Ma’am, can your kid let themself out of their car seat?”
Woman: “Yes! We used to have trouble with him unbuckling himself, but he stopped doing it!”
My stomach was still in knots. If he’d been unbuckled back there when the car flipped, he could be anywhere. We scrambled out and started calling for him, shining flashlights into the bushes. About ten minutes passed, and I heard my partner telling the mum that if she couldn’t stay still, we’d have to sedate her. Then, I heard yelling from the road. Back up the wet embankment, I went.
Standing next to the firetruck was the kid! He had his blanket and no shoes on, and he was standing with a man I recognized as living on the outskirts of town. I ran over to him with my bag, and a story unfolded.
He’d been totally fine after the crash, safe in his seat. He let himself out, saw that his mummy and daddy were hurt, and went to “get help”. He walked almost a full kilometre, in the pouring rain, in the dark, with no shoes on. We all thank our lucky stars that he turned left when he got back to the road; because if he’d turned right, it led straight out into nothing for about 60 kilometres. This little guy walked until he found a house and knocked to ask for help. The local guy who answered the door had called the police, who’d informed him of the crash, so he’d bundled up the little guy into his car and driven him back to his parents.
The kid’s feet were cut to shreds and full of dirt. I bandaged him as best I could and carried him down to show him to his mum, who was once again hysterical but no longer fighting us trying to get out.
It took two hours to get the parents out of the car. Dad did regain consciousness on his own; it was much easier getting him to comply with staying calm and still when we could tell him his whole family was safe and alive.
All told, Dad had a broken arm, some scrapes and bruises, and a mild concussion. Mum had superficial cuts and scrapes, some internal bruising, and some whiplash. The baby was unbothered in general. The young lad had some cuts from climbing out of the window and hurt feet from his big walk, and he was dehydrated and hungry, which was fixed with some water and a bunch of ice cream the nurses kept buying him. The dog had glass in her foot, which the local vet saw to after checking her over, her only other injury being a seemingly hurt leg — though the vet did confide in me that he wasn’t sure whether she was faking the limp for extra treats.
When I think about how wrong that night could have gone, I get tears in my eyes every time. Every safety feature in that car worked perfectly. Every kid was strapped in properly, the dog was secured correctly, and as a result, that whole family only has a ruined car and a pin in dad’s arm to prove it ever even happened. That was one of my best nights on the job.
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