Monica: A Tragic Romance
One of the men dressed in blue reached inside the pickup to feel the driver's pulse.
"We can't do anything for this fellow," he said to his partner. "Let's go see if we can help with the other two victims."
"Looks like this man had more than one too many," said his partner, pointing to the broken bottle.
"From the smell his body generates, I'd say you're not exaggerating. He has taken care of all his problems, but we still have two
people, I hope, that we can do something for over in the auto."
The two then went to the aid of their comrades.
"Your man doesn't need any help?" said the tall member of the other ambulance group as the two approached him.
They shook their heads in unison.
"You can help us get these two out of this wreck," said the tall man's partner.
Ever so easily and gently, the paramedics removed Monica and Bob from their circumstantial prison. The policeman and Harry pulled
the buggies from the ambulances and already had wheeled them to the area where the two prone bodies lay.
"Let's get them on the carts," said one paramedic," and see if we can find out more about their injuries."
The tall paramedic looked at Bob first, observing his body for wounds
"This fellow only has a lump on his forehead and doesn't appear to be hurt in any other spots, although internal injuries are difficult to
diagnose," he remarked while watching the other paramedic examine Monica.
"This woman has a bad head wound and may have a fractured skull," said her examiner. "She is lucky not to have been decapitated.
My guess is that she very definitely has internal injuries judging from the way her body was twisted in 'the seat. I think we better put
the board under her back. Let's get them to the hospital where their problems can be taken care of in a little better fashion."
"Right on," said one of the medics while searching for one of the straps to pull the buggy.
As he started Bob's cart, Bob began to move his hand. His eyes opened and he peered into a white collared blue sky.
Either he was spinning or the picture he viewed was, regardless, he wanted to stop the revolving.
"Let me off!" he cried, trying to raise himself from the cart only to find his efforts were futile fighting the straps binding his body to
"Off, off, I want off this damn merry go-round!" he yelled, rolling his shoulders from side to side while shaking his head up and down
in a last ditch effort to free himself from his encompassing bonds.
"Take it easy," soothed the paramedic, "you have been in an accident and we are taking you to the hospital."
"I don't want to go to any hospital, I just want to stand on my own two feet," blasted Bob.
"Okay mister," said the medic, "we are going to give you something to calm you down."
One paramedic already had the shot ready and without further hesitation proceeded with the injection into Bob's arm.
"You can't treat me this way," Bob grimaced before he settled into silence.
Monica had been placed into the ambulance and now it was Bob's turn.
The men moved quickly to load him so they could get on their way.
On of the paramedics crawled in with the two sleeping victims, while the other got in the driver's seat and put the gearshift in drive,
then started out slowly, picking up speed as he continued down the highway.
"I'll call into the coroner to pick up the body in the truck," said Trooper Johnson.
"Since we are not needed anymore, we will move on," said a paramedic from the remaining crew.
"Okay, fellows, thanks a lot," said the policeman. "I'll look after things here."
The flashing red light on the ambulance gave all the other drivers on the highway notice that something was awry on that morning of
May 28, 1977.
Most motorists in front of the ambulance pulled over to the side of the road upon viewing the fast moving van, which signaled its
presence by a revolving ray of light.
The vehicle entered Oakmont, Pennsylvania, moving rapidly down Hulton Road to Allegheny River Boulevard.
The paramedic riding in the back of the ambulance recalled another time in his life whenever he was in the back of a car racing down
the steep hill to the Boulevard. He and another young fellow, both were fourteen at the time, were hitchhiking a ride to the movie
theater in Oakmont.