17 Yr Old Mackenzie Shirilla Kills BF & Friend In Car Crash - ALL Her Private Snapchat Messages

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It's like a storm is coming. I mean, not figuratively, but the officer has to turn away from the road. He can hear the wind going crazy. It sounds like a tornado. But he can't directly look at what's causing all this wind. At least it's not advised. All the debris that's getting kicked up into the air, the dust, it's going to get into his eyes, and then there's going to be a bigger problem, and he's not going to be as useful right now. And he needs to be very useful because he needs to save somebody's life. In the event of a very, very bad car crash, it always feels like a storm is coming. And that's not figuratively. It's usually the life flight. It's a helicopter. This is essentially a flying emergency room, and it is looking for a place to land, typically on the road. I mean, it does need clearance. A lot of the police have to taper off a section, and the pilot is ultimately the one that decides if it's safe to land. But these helicopters, they're trying to land as quickly as possible, as closely as possible to the crash site so that they can get whoever needs help with no time wasted to the closest medical facility.
The life flight lands and they hurry to get the patient on board and fly them to Metro Health Medical Center Intensive Care Unit, specifically room 571
That is where she wakes up from surgery. The officers, the police officers, the detectives, they're knocking on the hospital door to ask her, what happened in that car crash?
Because you were driving. So what happened? What did you do?
How did those two boys in the car die? The doctor's notes read, patient awake, alert, appropriate, clearly articulated verbal response, patient without recall of circumstances or timing of collision. 17-year-old Mackenzie is sitting in the hospital room and she informs the officers she doesn't recall a single thing after getting into that car. Even when she tries to remember, there is nothing. It's just blank. Everything faded to black. There's nothing. She doesn't remember how she, the driver, ended up crashing the car into the brick building, killing her boyfriend Dom and killing their friend Davion.
She says she can't remember. I mean, she wishes she could. She cries out, in fact, that she wishes that she could have been the one that died instead of them. Why them? Why not her?