Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 2) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 2)

... Surgeon began doing his thing and I took my jacket off so that I could try to squeeze myself inside the wreckage more easily. I looked inside and, sure enough, there was a young girl in a booster seat in the back. She was covered in blood and she wore a face of permanent shock—eyes wide open, mouth hanging open. She was not older than seven. I was just barely able to reach her. “Honey, can you hear me?” I asked the girl while touching her hand. The girl was hyperventilating, but her breaths were shallow. She just kept whispering, ‘Momma?’ I said, “My name is David and I’m going to get you out of here, ok? What’s your name?” The girl looked in my direction but it was as if she was looking right through me. She managed to squeak out her name: ‘Katie’. “Ok, Katie; I need you to stay very still ok, honey? You are going to hear some loud sounds, but don’t be afraid! It’s just my friend. He has a big pair of scissors for cutting metal. So that sound you hear now is just him helping me get you out of the car ok?” She weakly responded saying, ‘ok’. The roof shifted up and I pushed in further through the twisted wreck. I had a pen flashlight and I used it to check Katie’s pupils. She either had a severe concussion or she had just finished doing enough meth to get an elephant high—my bet was on the concussion. Seemingly out of nowhere, a small neck brace was handed to me and I put it on her. I continued assessing her and found her shirt was becoming bloodier. I cut the shirt off of ...

... her and, sure enough, she had a puncture wound to the chest. Once her t-shirt was removed, I saw that bubbles were forming in the blood with each breath she took and that told me that she had a punctured lung. I yelled out to Garry, “S.C.W. (sucking chest wound)!” In a flash, a package of plastic, gauze, and tape was handed in to me. I wiped her skin off around the top and sides of the wound, applied the plastic and secured it, leaving the bottom open so that the blood would be pushed out as she inhaled instead of being pulled into her lungs and drowning her. “Get us out of here, Surgeon!” I yelled. “Flush (Garry), tell Chief to call Airwolf!” I said. ‘Airwolf’ was slang for a life flight; there was no way she was going by ambulance. Garry said, “It’s already on the way, Lucky.” I asked Katie how she was doing and she said she was scared. I told her that I understood and said that she was going to go to the hospital so the doctor can ‘make sure she was alright’. I knew Katie was far from ‘alright’, but I didn’t want to scare her, of course. She asked if I would go with her and I promised that I would. The roof peeled back and the sunlight poured in. Suddenly I could see all too clear just how bad Katie was injured and my confidence (which was already low) plummeted. In addition to the injuries I had already found, Katie had a compound fracture of her left tibia which exited through her calf muscle, not to mention countless cuts and bruises. I cut her seatbelt off as EMT’s began ...