The police were already here. The ambulance was on its way too. I could hear the sirens wailing from afar. My mom was crouched over Grandma's body. My grandma was lying under the car. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she wasn't breathing. Mom was choking on her tears as she held Grandma's hand and begged her to wake up. Strangers crowded over my grandma's bruised body. I felt my eyes- they were dry. Why wasn't I crying?
     The paramedics arrived and pushed me out of the way. They told my mom to calm down, said her tears won't help. As they were examining Grandma's blood covered body, I looked up at the night sky. It was pitch black. I then observed the driver who ran over her. He was panting and his face was flushed.  Why didn't I hate him?
       "She is breathing and she has regained consciousness!" shouted one of the paramedics as they lifted my grandma onto the stretcher and wheeled her into an ambulance. A wave of relief washed over me. Inside the ambulance, the attendants hooked up the life support system and took care of the bruises and cuts. Grandma moaned in pain. Why wasn't I afraid?
       “Is she going to live?’’ I asked the paramedic who was injecting pain relief into her arm.
       “We hope so,” he calmly replied.
       “She’ll be OK, right?” I asked again. He didn’t respond.    
        I sat down on the seat next to my grandma’s head. I gently brushed her light blonde hair out of her face. “Everything will be alright. You will pull through,” I promised. She slowly blinked.
       The ambulance quickly drove off. It felt like I was just having a nightmare. I prayed to wake up in the nearest minute. I didn’t even feel like myself. The usual me would have probably acted hysterical if not fainted. But I felt oddly calm. The blood did not gross me out. The smell of medical equipment did not make me want to vomit. I kept telling myself, “She will survive. Everything will be the way it used to be.” Maybe it was those words that reassured me and prevented my hands from trembling with fear.  
       We arrived at the nearest hospital in approximately five minutes. The emergency room was small and crowded, with blindingly bright lights. The medics commanded for the nurses to take Grandma to the Trauma Center immediately. They started running IV fluids and put her on a ventilator. The main doctor also ordered the nurses to stanch the internal bleeding and prepare my grandma for a CAT scan and an MRI. 
      Mom and I were told to go sit in the visitor area. Our relatives were already there, waiting for us. As we all exchanged hugs and words of support, I kept thinking “She will pull through. She will survive.”