Road Rage

            Terry limped out of the car, finding his way to the shoulder of the road before collapsing to the rough asphalt with a loud thud. The rain grew heavier as his consciousness wavered, the sounds of the road, cars kicking up rainwater, and sirens blasted intermittently.

            “Sir, can you hear me? Mr. Sutton?”

            Terry opened his eyes finally, feeling the rush of blood to his head and pain searing down the front of his body. Almost everything was numb or hurt so much it might as well have been numb.

            “You’re in an ambulance Mr. Sutton. We’re taking you to Memorial back in town.”

            Terry tried to sit himself up but as he braced himself against the stretcher, before the EMT had the chance to ask him to lay back down, his wrists gave way. Both of them.

            “Do you know what happened to you Mr. Sutton?”

            There were needles already in his arms, his head sandwiched between puffy pads on the stretcher. He really must have been out of it when they loaded him on.

            “How bad are my injuries?” Terry coughed a bit of blood onto his cheek, finding it harder to speak than he thought it would be.

            “Nothing punctured. Lots of bruising and broken bones. There could be some internal bleeding though. I have to ask again, Mr. Sutton. Do you know what happened?”

            “Saw my Ex-Wife next to me on the freeway. Flipped her the fuck off. Must have lost control of the car.”