4 I'm still here

I turned my head out of unnecessary embarrassment, and stared at the road. There was a short, silver haired girl looking down and shaking as she walked the almost empty street. A hairpin slipped out of her hair and she slowed her pace even more.

A truck, white in the front and silver on the cargo, the letters I could not read. Something felt off. The truck wasn't stopping. The girl was in trouble; she was gonna die. I hopped off the table and ran. I ran as fast as my paws would take me. I stumbled as I heard Hannah scream my name in horror as her footsteps followed behind me.

Why was I doing this? What was going on behind me? What was my plan? Did I have one? No. No I did not. I was going to die. That thought flashed through my and a chill went up my spine. But I continued running until I pushed the girl out- or partially out of the trucks way and blacked out.

....

Smoke. Glass. Blood.

A ringing in my ears I had never heard before. My vision was blurry. Strands of hair covered my face. Strangers surrounded me, and whispers combined with yelling rushed all around. But I barely noticed. I just stared at a white figure on the ground, a few feet ahead of me. It was covered in blood and being caressed by a loving, tall figure, skin the color of almonds, hair black as the dark. She cried. But she didn't leave, not for a second. "Nieve" she sniffled. "Please" The English man kept his composer, calling an ambulance and most likely also a vet. He patted Hannah on the back and then, everything just went dark. Not like at night when you go to sleep, this was scary. Like not knowing if you'll wake up again. Will I? The ringing was gone. I opened my eyes one more time. Hannah was crying. Shaking. Hardly breathing. "I'm still here" I said with a shaky breath, as the wailing sirens approached from a distance.