Three seconds

All I could see was the headlights shining through the dark night; they were too close.

Two seconds

I heard the brakes screech, but the headlights just got closer.

One second

Shards of glass rained in my direction, and there was no time for a reaction.

…

I looked up; my vision blurred, and barely registered the flurry of movement. My senses couldn’t catch up with the pandemonium.  The sounds that should’ve been clear came later than the movement of lips of foreign faces. My vision once again went black.

...

As my senses awakened, all I knew for sure was that I recognized the siren of an ambulance. It wasn’t until I felt a jerk to the right that I realized I must have been inside of one. I could barely see the hazy faces of what have been paramedics. I wasn’t conscious long enough to let my eyes focus on anything else.

…

This time my sense of smell is what hit me first. I smelt bleach and rubber gloves. Next, I heard the beeping of a heart monitor, and when I opened my eyes I immediately squinted because of the too bright fluorescent lights. I’ve always hated hospitals.