On our way there while stopped behind a garbage truck I saw a sports car drive by at high speed then shortly after, all I heard was the undeniable sound of car metal against car metal and felt myself with the whole car move forward. Confused I looked around and saw my boyfriend had hit himself against the driving wheel and was lying against the seat. I got out of the car, ran to over to him and checked that he was alright. Then seeing the damage of the car, both front and back, I began crying and apologizing thinking that everything that had happened was somehow my fault. After the paramedics arrived, information was exchanged, parents were contacted and the car was towed to his apartment my boyfriends housemate took us to the hospital where we waited inhaling that sterile hospital scent that I've come to love as a student but hate as a patient. Afterwards because the driver that hit us didn't have a license with him or a valid one for that matter we ended up having to go to Mayagüez court until finally resolving the issue in January 2013.
After all was said and done the weekend of September 14-15, 2012 was a weekend of many firsts. The first time I defied my mother, went to Mayagüez overnight, made and had dinner for my boyfriend in his apartment, had a serious car accident, went to a Mayagüez hospital and later on went to court. I learned so much from this weekend, became closer to my boyfriend and had a new appreciation of the blessing it was since it could have gone a lot worse. After this I've had many other trips to the west side that were memorable for a lot better reasons, thank God!