Positive For What?

It took me a while to even realize what had happened. With my head still ringing and pounding with pain now, everything that happened next was a blur. All I remembered was someone opening my door asking if we were okay then turning to see Magda’s shaky hands over her bloodied face. Next thing I knew we were sitting on the curb while paramedics took our vitals and cleaned up Magda’s bloody nose. We’d been rear ended by a U-Haul truck. The lady driving it was more hysterical than we were, and nothing had even happened to her.

She kept apologizing, saying it was her first time driving one and she’d been preoccupied for just a second trying to figure something out on the dash and when she looked up she saw the traffic stopped.

“It might be broken,” I heard one of the paramedics say to Magda about her nose, “but we won’t know for sure until you get it X-rayed.”