Reckless - Driving In Oklahoma

The next hours were a blur of sirens, the cold steel of a backboard, and the white fluorescent glare of Stillwater Medical Center. A nurse with kind eyes and a sheriff’s deputy with none asked him the same questions over and over. How many beers? Why were you speeding? Do you understand how fast you were going?

Then, silence. The only sound was the ticking of hot metal and the hiss of antifreeze leaking onto the red dirt, dark as blood in the twilight. reckless driving in oklahoma

“Son, don’t move,” the trooper said. His nameplate read TROOPER HALE . “Ambulance is two minutes out. Your friend’s not waking up.” The next hours were a blur of sirens,

Jake’s face was slack, a purple bruise already blooming across his cheek. He wasn’t breathing right—a shallow, gurgling sound that Colt would hear in his nightmares for the rest of his life. Why were you speeding