The first thing she saw was the car, wrecked beyond recognition into a smoking heap of burnt metal and liquefied rubber.
She spotted him soon after- or rather, pieces of him. The love of her life was now smeared across the asphalt in bloody chunks, victim of a careless accident. She located his head and knelt beside it, feeling for a pulse with her thumb. The faintest whisper of a beat spoke back to her. Smiling gently through her tears, she gently brushed the hair back from his lifeless eyes and muttered, "Don't worry, baby. It's going to be alright."
She reached into the pocket of her frock and produced a needle and thread.