*Trigger warning--dealing with someone hit by a car*
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=( One of my coworkers was hit by a car in our parking lot. On purpose. A client was pissed off at her and hit her. He drove off. I know who he is, so it's a matter of pulling up the chart to get his name. I saw it happen. I called 911. At the time I was numb and focused. It was like "This isn't happening." It was like I was in a very scary dream, but luckily I had it in me to run to her to see if she was okay and then call 911 from my phone.

I went with her to the hospital. I stayed by her bedside in the ER. I was still in that daze, but managed to keep it together for her.

=( She screamed as the doctors stitched the lacerations on her face. I had to leave the room so I wouldn't lose it. I felt SO bad for her and it felt like I was feeling her pain, too.

Everyone was amazed that no bones were broken!

I stayed with her until they moved her up to the room where she will be staying.

She's going to be okay, but probably very traumatized.

I missed an entire shift of work, but my supervisors didn't yell at me for it and said that I was very brave and helpful.

When I finally got home, I LOST it. I sobbed. I freaked out. I had a big fat panic attack. I was in hysterics. I could barely even vocalize what had happened. My fiance thought that something had happened to me. It took at least a half hour to calm down enough to tell him what happened.

This scared me so badly. =( I am a survivor of attempted murder myself. Seeing one in front of my face really triggered stuff.