The hospital doors slid open so fast they almost hit the wall beside them.
Bright white lights immediately flooded my vision as nurses pushed the stretcher that the girl was placed into.
“Move—careful—”
“Get vitals first.”
“She’s unconscious.”
The voices blurred together around me.
My hands still wouldn’t stop shaking.
I followed them quickly through the emergency entrance while my chest rose too fast to feel normal.
What if I actually hit her?
The thought wouldn’t leave.
Even though the woman on the street said the car never touched her.
Even though I remembered turning the wheel.
Even though I remembered the sickening sound of the tires hitting the sidewalk instead—
My stomach still twisted violently.
Because what if they were wrong?
What if I didn’t stop in time?
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