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“No, don’t move!” I shout, my voice trembling with panic and urgency, seeing him stirring in shock within the twisted wreckage, disoriented as he attempts to maneuver with blood streaming down his face.
And just then, his body goes limp against the battered car as he loses consciousness. I run back to my car, the exclusive road leading to the LeClaire residence eerily devoid of other cars. My legs feel weak beneath me, my mind a whirlwind of anxiety as I reach my car, unable to comprehend what just happened.
Snatching my phone, my fingers tremble as I dial 911, desperation lacing my voice as I give the operator my account of events. “Please hurry; his head is bleeding!” I plead while running back to the accident scene.
As I reach the mangle
