Stickshifts and Safety Belts
Zack nixes my yen for buffet style Chinese food, instead guiding me to the Maya Café and I let him because I am not the one who suffered a concussion and severe blood loss. These latter factors provokes a strange sensation, as I retell stories to him with the caveat, "You might not remember this, but…" Stranger still is that he very nearly could have died, or killed Cristin or his dog Berty (short for Liberty, the name the pound gave her), had the car been a few inches in either direction. I don't feel much about this hypothetical, as no one animate died. Their car will never again see a road and that understandably complicates their lives for the immediate future, but I have I hard time panicking over something that didn't happen. Likewise, one could say that a few inches in any direction and nothing would have happened but a good scare for all concerned.
He doesn't remember the accident, which is very likely one of the blessings of cranial trauma. What he knows is only because Cristin told him. It sounds as though he was pulling the car off the shoulder, overcompensated, and spun out into a tree. The car - Cristin's car and their only means of transport - is wrecked. Zack got airlifted to the hospital at a considerable cost because he was covered in blood dripping from the back of his head and, when asked his name and age, said, "Alan? Twenty… two?" Which is only nominally correct, Alan being his middle name and twenty-two an age he was a few years ago.
Cristin also reports that, as she waited in the hospital, a dowdy nurse came out and said, "He wanted me to ask you something: would you marry him?" Cristin said she definitely would. "He said it would be funnier if I did it," the nurse replied in what I can only imagine was an irritated tone, something like Nurse Ratchet after a double shift.
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