Tell me (possible trigger warning)

A child arrives in an ambulance, parents speeding behind. Flashes run through their heads, of the shock and sadness, of seeing their three-year-old crumpled like that, her hair a mess of dirt, gravel, and blood. Remembering the night before, when the mother kissed her daughter possibly for the last time. The father thinks of the swing, now empty and all the laughs that have yet to come.

The ambulance arrives and pulls out the bloody and mangled body of the three-year-old named Lilly, and rushed her inside. The doctors take no time and pull her into a room and close the blinds, others lead the parents into a room with two chairs. There they are told to sit and wait.

The doctors add IVs. Plugin the EKG to see little and irregular heartbeats.. They hear little gasps so they add a ventilator to the mix of equipment being used to make an attempt at saving this little girls life

In the little room with only two chairs there is the sound of crying, or screaming, for the loss of someone new, for another child who has been taking away too soon. The parents sit there and wait, praying for their daughterś safe return, for another hug, another kiss, and most of all for another day.

In the room filled with doctors the little line on the screen goes flat, no more irregular heart beat, no more gasping. All around her little body doctors and nurses rush and grab the AED. Yellig clear a doctor sends electric waves through her body, the smell of her bodily fluids can be smelt down the hall. The doctors yell clear three more times. After the fourth shock the lead doctor says that its enough. Time of death 13:45 PM. Now the real work begins. Fixing the body so the parents can say goodbye. However, looking at this case it seems like a waste of time. The cuts are so deep and so many in numbers. Part of the brain is visible through the holes in the side of her head. Her fingers crushed, her legs bent in an unnatural way. Yes, there was no making the body look presentable, even the courner would have a difficult time putting her back together. They give up and put a blanket over her body, leaving just her head out. The doctors walk towards the little room to tell the parents.

Inside the little room the parents sat there waiting, hearing the yells, and seeing the bloody doctors rush by, either put there by their own daughter or by another child. Too soon the daughters walk in, three of them covered in blood, looking tired and overworked. the mother thought that they came in too soon, that there was no way their daughter was going to be better this fast, but still had no doubt that Lilly was alive. The Father spoke first. "Tell me she ok, tell me it's all ok¨. The doctors looked at each other as if to ask who wants to break the news. The lead doctor spoke first. ¨ I am sorry, there was too much damage, she's dead.¨ For a second there was nothing, no sound, no movements made by either of the parties. Then like a wall grief fell upon them. Screams of distress arose from the couple who now had no children, at least living children. How did all this happen they asked. How they were good parents, never hit their daughter, bearly even yelled. They read to her and did all the right stuff. The mother and father went with the doctors to the room that held the body of their daughter. Her ocean-blue eyes now layed cloudy, her pretty pink lips now dried and dirty. The mother thought back to the last three hours. Starting with the accident. Lilly, sitting on the sidewalk waiting for her dad to come home, her mother on the deck reading. Then the car. Speeding and swerving. The daughter trying to run but the car being to fast. Her body being dragged down the street while the mother chased her. At the intersection, the cops had seen what was going on and shot the front tire. The guy stumbling out of the car reeking of alcohol and pot, not knowing what he did, yelling for his tires and car, saying it was brand new. Flashes of the day before ran through the father's head, him pushing her on the swing which would now stay empty. Her laughs yelling for him to push her higher until she could reach the sky. Now she was in the sky, flying higher than ever. The father hugged his daughter close one last time, feeling the heat of her body drain away. The mother gave her daughter one last kiss, smelling her baby's sweet scent, among all that dirt and blood. The yelling starting back up again, this time it was not of unbelief but of loss, of the loss of their daughter's childhood. Lilly would never graduate, have her first boyfriend, get married or have children of her own. She would stay three forever, forever frozen in time. She would not know the joys of being a parent, or the warmth of the first kiss. She would not know the intimacy of losing her virginity. All this was lost. All the would have been the hopes and dreams and all that should have been came crashing down, all due to a drunk driver.