“I told them she did not suffer and I was there for her, holding her close…”
A call that I responded to was an accident that involved a teen driver. I just got off my shift as a firefighter and was on my way home from work when the call came in for an accident with injuries. I called dispatch because I also worked as an emergency medical technician with our local ambulance service, notified them that I was only a couple of miles away and I would be responding to the scene and to have the crew meet me there with the ambulance. I was the first on the scene of the accident. It turned out to be a rollover with ejection of a single female patient. The vehicle rolled over the patient, and trapped her underneath. With the help of bystanders, the vehicle was moved enough to remove her.
I made first contact with the patient who was in very serious condition and was talking to me asking for help her because she had a very young daughter and wanted to see her grow up. It was apparent that this patient was in very serious condition. My fire department arrived on scene and assisted me in stablizing the patient for transport. The patient didn’t want me to leave her side so I transported with her. As we loaded the patient, she became unconscious and her vitals declined. She did not survive. The patient was in her early 20’s and had an infant child.
This event was the first in my career that bothered me enough to make a call to my mom at 3am. This was the first and last time that I’ve ever done this sort of thing and wasn’t really sure why I felt the urge. At 5:30 am my mother received a call stating that one of her employees was involved in a accident early in the am hours. After hearing this, she put together that it was the same one I called about.
I returned home to find that I had several messages from my mother and others in regards to the incident. Somehow it was passed on that I was there at the accident and could I speak to the parents of the patient. They gave me an account of her life as well as the daughter she had. They asked if she suffered and was she alone. I told them that she did not suffer and I was there for her holding her close. The parents were very grateful of the time I had given the and the peace knowing she didn’t suffer.
To this day, 11 years later, I still receive a card saying thank you.