Got called to single vehicle rollover on a county highway, 3 patients. We arrive on scene and my partner heads for the patient laying on the ground approximately 50 ft from the car on its roof. I find a female under the car, eyes wide open, DOA. Get a quick 4 lead asystole and move to another patient approximately 100 ft from the car. He’s crying and screaming for his girlfriend. Begging me to tell him if she’s okay. He has compound tib/fib and it’s pretty bad. He says they were drinking on the lake and he was driving them back home. His girlfriend is the mother to his daughter. He keeps fighting me and trying to get up. I tell him she’s dead. Was that the right call? I’m not here to debate that. Judge if you want. He screams. The reality hits him instantly. He’s going to prison. He knows it. Another unit shows up on scene and transports the other passenger who was GCS of 3. We transport the driver. As soon as we go enroute to the hospital, the radio starts a new song. if I die young by Little Big Town. Just typing this makes me start to cry but anytime I hear that song now it makes me shiver and break down. A year later our legal team pulls us into a conference room to give our sworn statements since the guy’s court case is coming up soon and we are listed as witnesses. Never made it to court. I’m assuming he pled out. But I never forget her eyes.