2 My Employer is a Hell of a Rich Person (1/2)

Another of the requirements was also the sitter being legal, single and not more than twenty-one. My brow arched up on its own volition. Weird. Well, I'm eighteen five months ago so I'm good. Though the sitter wasn't prohibited to use gadgets around the house but minimal usage was encouraged. Not using any at all within working period would be highly recommended. Huh! I wondered what kind of kid I'd be sitting. He must be a handful if a mere texting couldn't be done around him.

I continued to read but the paper suddenly flew out of my hands when the cab wobbled, the driver cursed before I shrieked mighty loud when my eyes snapped towards the windshield. We're going to collide with a ten-wheeler truck! Our cab swerved to the left and the truck hit the side of the car at the passenger seat before it bulldozed us towards the gutter. I continued screaming even when I kept hitting my head with the metal interior of the cab. I was dizzy and so damn scared when the cab finally stopped spinning. Heavy labored breathing of the driver made me finally hush down.

”W-what happened?” I stammered through the haze but the driver wasnt responding. ”Hey! Are you alright?”

When he still didn't answer, I unbuckled my seatbelt and peered over to the driver. He was still conscious with eyes tightly shut while breathing heavily. His forehead was bleeding and he was clutching his chest. Shit! Was he having a heart attack?

I quickly sat back to my seat and rummaged my bag for my phone. I couldn't find it inside whether of panic or I just really forgot it at the apartment, I wasn't sure. Shit! Shit! Shit!

”Mister, I need to borrow your phone. I can't find mine. We need to call an ambulance!”

He raised his free bruised hand that's not clutching his chest, point finger was trembling and slowly rising towards his compartment. Without wasting any time, I pulled the compartment open and grabbed for his phone and dialed 911.

After I reported the incident, I crammed myself into the passenger seat, careful with the shards of glass that scattered on the seat. I then unbuckled the driver's seatbelt, unbuttoned his shirt and even snapping his pants open.

”Dont worry, mister, help will be coming over soon. Right now, it's best that you calm down, ok?” I reached down to adjust his car seat to give him more space so his legs would somehow stretch a little. ”Do you have a medicine with your condition? Do you take prescription? Or are you just having chest pain now because of what happened?”

He didn't answer and just continued heaving. Damn it! I looked over my shoulder behind the car. The truck that hit us had long been gone. It didn't even come down to help us. I wasn't sure which of us was in the wrong. I wasn't really paying attention to the driving when we had the accident.

I watched the older man while I waited for the ambulance. Relief made me groan before I broke into tears when the medic finally arrived. They administered first aid to the driver while they checked for any injury on me. I had cuts and bruises from here and there and a slight lump on my head but I told them I was feeling rather fine despite.

A cruiser also pulled up and took my side of the story. I begged them not to take me to precinct for further interview anymore because I'm really late for my appointment with Mr. Lombardi. They let me and told me that they'd keep in touch and that to keep my phone close all the time. I nodded to all that, forgetting that I didn't bring my phone with me.