When he finally showed up hours later, the look on his face said it all. He had no idea what I’d become in his absence, and he certainly didn’t expect what I was about tThe crash had happened in a blur of screeching tires, exploding glass, and then a profound, ringing silence. When I woke up, I couldn’t move my leg. I tasted blood and realized I was being lifted onto a stretcher. “We’ve got a pulse,” a paramedic’s urgent voice cut through the fog. “Compound fracture. Possible internal bleeding. Let’s move.”o do next.