After the Crash I Was Bleeding to Death,But My Wife Chose Saved Her Claustrophobic First Love

A chain-reaction pileup on the interstate, right in the middle of the Lunar New Year rush. The car was crushed almost beyond recognition.

Gasoline fumes hung thick in the air. My thigh was pinned beneath twisted metal, blood pooling fast. My vision started to blur at the edges.

My wife, Katherine Pruitt, sat in the passenger seat without a scratch.

Her "close male friend" was in the back.

When the Rescue Squad arrived, they could only extract one person at a time.

Blood streaked down my face. I reached out with a trembling hand.

"Katie... save me first... my leg's almost severed..."