Last I remember they were yelling statements near my ears. I was barely concious of the event going on around me. All remembered was a faint light flashing before my retina. I thought I was dead, and now, I wish I was. "Come on get 'er up." A man said. Voices were growing fainter around me and lighting breaking into my lids were decreasing. They lifted me up from my underarms, aware I was somewhat acute from the condition I was in. "It's the worst I've ever seen in a car accident." Said one doctor. "I'll say." Said another. Students were chatting loudly and quickly. But mostly nervously. I didn't hear my friends attempting to break into the crowd. They were screaming though. But that wasn't important. My eyes were slits in opening. They slowly lifted me up to my feet. But I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel my feet. I couldn't feel anything.