[ WP ] '' I could n't save her , '' were the thoughts going through his head as he reached into the cabinet .

He pulled out a large bottle of brandy, and a glass, and poured a glass. The scene kept replaying in his head. 
 
 *The ambulance flying down Main, the rush to load her into the ambulance. * 
 
 He downed the glass in a few gulps and set it down with nary a cough. He poured another glass, and the scene moved on, despite the alcohol. 
 
 *She was gasping for breath, crying for her daughter that was pronounced dead at the scene, my heart was already breaking while trying to stabilize her. Stop the bleeding. Something! * 
 
 He drank down the second glass. He swayed a bit in his seat, and poured himself another glass. 
 
 *She let out one last shuddering gasp, and flatlined. CPR was ineffective... I stared at her for a moment that seemed to last an eternity. Then I called it. * 
 
 He downed the third glass and tried for a fourth, but dropped the bottle, and accidentally hit his head trying to catch it. He barely felt it. It spilled into the carpet, and he just stared at it. A moment later he rubbed his forehead, and started weeping. He rose to his feet, swaying a great deal, and bracing himself against the wall, moved towards his bedroom, and collapsed, face first into his bed, where he cried himself to sleep. 
 
 *'' You could n't save me,'' She said, in his nightmare. * 
 
 *'' I know, I'm sorry,'' I wept. * 
 
 *'' No, you do n't understand. You could n't save me. `` * 
 
 *My bleak depression gave way to confusion. `` What? `` * 
 
 *'' My daughter is waiting for me. You could n't save me. `` * 
 
 *'' Oh,'' I replied, suddenly understanding, the revelation pushing away the black cloud despair. *
