Passenger 4 remained in vehicle, fatal status. Passenger 3 emotionally distressed on curb, visible facial injuries. Passenger 2 had substantial injuries to arm and face. Driver suffered injuries to head and shoulder. Driver sitting on pavement next to Passenger 2 prone, unconscious.
Officer’s Notes: Vehicle 1 collision-damage extensive-no fire. Tabby Hill-16-F-Minor injuries, declined transport Spencer Sandoval-18-F-Injuries requiring hospital transport
Please Fill Out for All Other Occupants Involved Injury Status: Minor injuries, declined transport Crash.Īt Intersection: Sunset Blvd & Benedict Canyon Dr Her lids were almost closed, going bye-bye. He’s leaving,” her mother said, squeezing her hand. “Shoo … shoo…” Her tongue felt like a worm trying to crawl out of her mouth. Sleep came over her like a wave crashing on shore. Her mother held her down and called out, and a nurse rushed in and pushed a button on the IV.
She cried, blinked, reliving it all over again. The detective said something to him, and her sister Hope looked at her and something inside Spencer snapped. One minute the detective was sitting at the foot of her hospital bed, and the next he’d teleported to the door where Spencer’s father stood, holding Spencer’s sister’s hand while talking to a doctor. Spencer wanted to reach out to touch it, but her other hand was in a cast and too heavy. Her brown hair was so shiny, like a penny. “She’s on sedatives, Detective,” her mother said. When she screwed up her face, remembering, the skin on her cheeks pinched. “Do you remember who was in the vehicle with you?” Drip-drip went the IV, away-away went the pain. She wasn’t sure she was talking in fact, she wasn’t sure she had a mouth and she folded her lips over her front teeth. Why was it so hard to breathe? She didn’t feel real. “We were at a party … Before school starts. Her teeth felt too big for her mouth, or maybe it was the other way around. “There was an accident,” she said, and swallowed, her throat dry. What happened last night? Can you walk me through it?” Spencer could sink right through the hospital bed and onto the floor. How much time had passed? A second? An hour? The drip of the IV was cool in her arm. Her brain was hazy around the edges, like a cloud. Officer Potentas, no, Detective Potentas. Spencer’s mother squeezed her hand and said, “Can’t we do this some other time?” She blinked, realizing he’d asked her a question. The cap of the pen had been chewed like a dog toy. SPENCER COULDN’T TAKE HER EYES away from the officer’s pen as it hovered over his report, patiently waiting.
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