We were spinning.

That's all I could register.

And his hand...

It was rightly gripped to mine.

I didn't know if either of us had lost consciousness.

But I knew that the hand attached to mine was one I would never ever want to let go of.

I could hear the car honks.

I could hear a sobbing women, a screeching baby, and sirens.

I wasn't unconscious.

His hand was slowly being pulled out of my hand.

Panic. Anxiety. I didn't know what to think. But I did know I needed that hand in mine.

So I screamed. I tried my hardest to make it an ear-splitting, heart wrenching, terrible scream that makes you cover your ears.

Everything became silent. no one was rushing to our sides and his hand stopped moving. I reached for it still screaming that's when someone's common sense kicked in.

They were talking to me but I couldn't think clearly with out his hand in mine. it was killing me.

His hand...

His...

Was he ok?