FALLING IN by Sarah Broderick. 

“Am I going to die?” asked the man pinned against his steering wheel.

Feeling guilty all over, Dee crouched into view. Instead of tending to the person in need as her emergency medical training had prepared her, she had been standing dumbly beside the busted driver’s side window and staring into the increasing dark. She had been fantasizing about Glenn—she couldn’t control herself any longer—and this man rightly had reprimanded her. To want anyone other than Ernie was wrong.

The man’s still-seeing eyes strained in their sockets to meet hers. He couldn’t turn his neck. It was fractured or broken. She leaned a bit further to make seeing easier for him and retrieved her hand from the warmth of its downy pocket to lay it gently on his shoulder.