This serialized, fictional account about Nicole is created to break down and study the terrible event of a bicycle accident resulting in injury. Each chapter details some of the real-life situations often encountered by our clients, and we encourage you to follow the entire story to better understand the complexities of this fictional case.
“Nicole, wake up! Open your eyes, Nicole!”
The voices around her sounded distant and muffled, like they were underwater, and Nicole struggled to open her eyes to see what was going on. She suddenly became aware that she was lying on her back and there were people all around her, looking at her. They were all wearing bike helmets and she began to recognize her friends in the faces peering at her.
“The ambulance is on the way,” she heard somebody say.
She tried to lift her right hand but immediately felt a searing pain unlike anything she had ever felt before.
“Don’t move, Nicole. Just rest. It’s going to be okay.”
She closed her eyes and listened to the voices around her, occasionally answering questions as they were asked. As she heard the talk around her she began to remember what had happened.
“What happened? Did he hit one of us?”
“His mirror clipped my shoulder and I lost control.”
“What was he thinking? There wasn’t enough room to pass one bike safely, much less a group.”
“Obviously road rage. There is no way he didn’t know he clipped me. He sped up and took off the second it happened.”
“Did anybody get a tag number?”
“It was a Florida tag. I remember a few numbers.”
“My GoPro is still running. I’m sure I got some decent video.”
“I’m taking pictures of everything. I know a local attorney who specializes in bicycle accidents. Nicole is going to need someone on her side.”
“I think we all will need his number.”
“Get a picture of her bike.”
Nicole heard a siren in the distance. She wanted to lift her head to see what had happened to her bike. It had cost nearly two thousand dollars and was her pride and joy. It had taken her a whole year to save up the money for it. As the siren got closer, she realized that it was two different emergency vehicles.
“It’s the police and an ambulance!” she heard someone say.
The commotion that followed was like a blur. As two kind paramedics carefully put a neck brace on her and gingerly lifted her onto a stretcher, a police officer asked her briefly what had happened. Everyone was kind and attentive, but with every passing moment she became increasingly aware of the searing pain in her wrist. And then a panicked thought popped into her head…
“Please! Can somebody call David?” asked Nicole. “His number is in my phone.”
“Your phone is smashed, Nicole. Who is David? Maybe we can look him up?”
Nicole explained that David was her ex-husband. He had their young daughter that weekend and she was supposed to pick her up this afternoon. Luckily, another cyclist was mutual friends and had his number.
“David said don’t worry about anything.” Nicole looked up to see Eric leaning over her with a phone to his ear. “Do you want me to tell him anything?”
“If you could tell him where they are taking me that would be great.”
“Sure.” replied Eric.
“One other thing,” said Nicole. “Would you come to the hospital with me? I’m scared.”
“Of course, Nicole,” said Eric. “I was already planning on it.”