I want to know what yo uthink

I wrote this about my best friend....
I would really like some constructive critisism about specific things.
THANKS


I was going the wrong way. Before I could comprehend what was happening the world turned up side down. In one sense I was now closer to heaven than she was, in another she was closer. Our childish innocence turned into an eye-opening nightmare. Like something out of the news, something that doesn't happen to you, but more likely happens in one of your grandpa's stories about ?'when he was your age.' I would have given anything to have traded spots with her because, well too much of this kind of stuff happens to her.
She said it was the most peaceful thing in the world, as if time had stopped to let her drift on clouds and land on an angel. If it weren't for the after affect she apparently would have done it all over again. The impact, she said, was numb, as if to shelter her from what really happened, then slowly she started to realize what had happened.
At first the whole world seemed to have fallen silent, a hush spread throughout the brush around us. No one moved. A car horn sounded and that was what we needed to snap out of our shock. Like the gunshot in a race, it signaled our movement towards her.
Although she was just a few feet away, it seemed the faster we got to her the more we could do. I got to her last, though I was closer to begin with. Strings of worried profanity came tumbling out of our mouths, as if they could help. We heard the wind get knocked out of her and then slowly come back as four-letter words began to get more edge to them.
My heart stopped as I came to her. She lay there motionless, as if she was a rag doll. She was the splash of colour in a dark heartless world. Sprawled out in an inhumanely fashion, we didn't know how to handle this delicate being before us. Suddenly our common sense came rushing back. We started asking where she hurt and making her as comfortable as possible without moving her.
We needed to call for help. Using technology to our advantage, A cell phone was quickly whipped out and help was called for. As the first string of help arrived, an overall checking of blood circulation and movement was performed. Surprisingly he vitals were all normal, considering the circumstances. Then she informed us of numbness in her arms and legs. This being a bad sign at this point, the ambulance was called.
Because the tree she fell from wasn't close to the road, I ran up to the road so the ambulance would know which house to go to. It was the longest ninety seconds of my life. The siren grew closer. At first I couldn't be sure if it was another car alarm or if it was our savior. As the siren got louder, my heart started beating again. The main street got less and less busy and progressively brighter. I knew they were coming! A huge red fire truck came zooming around the corner and backed into the driveway. Three men stumbled out of the cab and asked where the accident occurred. I showed them the way to the tree by the river and watched the professionals take over.
At first they talked to her, getting her basic information and asking her how she was doing. As that was going on they started examining her. One of them gave me a flashlight to point at the branch she was on. I took the light and shakily shined it on that one branch that we would never forget. All the paramedics looked up and, once again, everything stopped. It was just them and the shaking flashlight. Finally someone said ?'that's got to be at least 25 feet!' Their pace quickened. Another comment was made. This one a little too descriptive for the moment's shock, ?'it's a wonder she didn't die on contact.'
Sometime between watching her being lifted onto a stretcher and them asking if we'd ?'gotten a hold of" her parents I realized she may never be able to walk again; maybe not even have control over her lower body. I could barely grasp the thought of my best friend being in a wheelchair the rest of her life.
What would we do? We wouldn't be able to go swimming during the summer in her neighbor's pool. The thought of riding the bus home with her every day was obliterated. Being able to come over to my second story apartment, you can forget about that! And what about our third musketeer? Her place was on the third story of a huge apartment complex.
When I realized that we weren't going to be going with her to the hospital, my heart sank. What if she needed a familiar voice or sense of humor? When will we be able to see her? Was she going to be coming home any time this weekend? Questions ran through my head like they were racing to get to my mouth first. None of them won. I kept quiet while everyone was putting his or her attention towards the issue at hand.
They lifted her up the steep slope. The very reason that we chose this hiding spot was now endangering her life. It was excluded. The slope was rocky, wet and slippery making the journey treacherous and take a minute or so to reach the top. As they reached the top, I moved for the first time since finding a spot out of the way to watch in horror. I climbed up after them doing my best not to take my eyes of the precious figure on the yellow stretcher. The light dispersed from our spot and reappeared on the grassy trail that led towards the house. We found the ambulance waiting for us only fifteen feet away from where she had landed.
She was loaded into the ambulance. Now it was the medic's time to shine. He started by putting an IV in her arm and taking a close look at the arm she landed on. My view of her was disrupted as they started closing the ambulance doors. A decision was made that my mother would be called to pick the two of us that remained.
We went back into the house as the ambulance zoomed away towards the nearest hospital. I sat down at the table and didn't move, look up or speak until every one had left the room, my mom had been called and the TV was turned on. I got up as I realized I hadn't eaten since lunch, now the sun was down and been for an hour or so. Finding myself a spoon, I scooped some cold macaroni and cheese from the pot into my bowl. It was tasteless and unsympathetic. But I knew I had to eat something or I wasn't going to eat at all that night.
As the doorbell rang and the door was answered I found myself at my moms car with my purse and coat. I got in the front seat and waited for everyone else to get in. Being at home sounded like the best thing in the world at that moment. But I knew we had fifteen minutes of silent driving before we got home. I wanted nothing more than to know that she was all right, to have a warm blanket and soft fluffy pillow.
Instead of sleeping off the fear and horror, we sat in front of the TV and ate chocolate. The deafening silence was screaming in my ears. I had to say something it was becoming unbearable. Something like spit up, in word form, was going to come out, something witty and inappropriate for the time being.
The phone rang. This was may chance to subdue my seemingly everlasting need to speak. I jumped up and sprinted the six feet to the phone. Realizing that the call was going to be news. I stopped suddenly, out of fear, relief or anticipation? I do not know, but now I was even more eager to answer the monotonous ringing. I said ?'hello' and noticed that my voice sounded tired and strained. But the voice on the other end sounded even worse than mine, although this voice had a hint of relief in it.
This I knew was a good sign. A familiar and very easing voice came on the phone. Words of encouragement, empathy and wonder came parading out of my mouth. Everything was settled with two simple words, I'm okay. Those words flooded over me like a rain shower in the desert. I found myself repeating those words to my mom. She's okay. She's okay. She's okay.