Those are blessings. Ima counting them. They're both asleep, about 20 feet away from me. Emily and Cameron are fine, but they have a wrecked car, a bit of sore and a bigger bit of still-scared.
We got That Call round 7:30 last night. Emily was crying hysterically; all we could make out was that there had been a five-car pileup and that an ambulance was on the way. I threw a change of underwear and a toothbrush into my trunk and sped over here. Eleanor stayed home to field any calls on the landline.
A few minutes short of their town border, Emily called with where they were. They took her for observation to a horsepital not far from their apartment. Just before you get to it, you cross a street that Eleanor's brother lives on. I thought of calling him- and almost instantly, he called me.
I headed back to her ER bed, and she seemed okay- bruises from belt and bag doing their jobs, a few minor complaints- but they did a CT scan on her head and neck and they checked out OK. Cam wasn't driving, and sits further back from the airbag anyway, and his main problem is that his glasses flew off inside the car.
The accordion of what remains, anyway.
From their report and the PD printout, I got what happened:
They were driving out to dinner, on a moderately busy state road, when they saw Phil (as we would later identify him) sitting, stopped, at a green light. Emily braked and missed hitting him. The car behind her, on the other hand, didn't brake, slamming into her and pushing hers into Phil's. Two other cars then crashed into the guy behind her....
who, of course, knew the driver of Car Number One, whose unexplained stop at a green light caused the whole damn thing. "Hey, Phil," they heard #3 say to #1.
Sigh. I guess this time it's FIVE degrees of separation.
Cars 1, ours and 3 all got towed to a shop a few miles north of here. I'm sure they're closed today, but I'll triple check that later. There is collision on her car, so that should help if we can't get either #1 or #3's insurance to pay. Charlie did meet us in the ER, and he brought over a camping cot that I got a few hours of sleep on last night. I've cleared out my car, which the kids will use at least for now, and Charlie will drive me home so I can start working rentals and deductibles and All Dat Shit starting tomorrow.
I will not be driving Iggy here tomorrow. Duh.
And for the record: they hadn't been drinking, and she wasn't texting.
I'm exhausted, sore (would have been anyway after three different rounds of leggy exercise yesterday), and still a little off-put by all the uncertainties now ahead. But go back to the title of this post: they're okay, and everything else matters a million times less.
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