Microfunction: The scent of lavendar was overpowering.

The scent of lavender was over powering. I tried to ignore the old woman's scent as I rode the city bus back to my stop. I still can't believe that I went all the way from my country house to the mall! The amount of people was overwhelming, everyone running to get to stores to get fashionable clothes. It was obvious that I don't go to the mall much, as everyone was running around searching for deals, I just stood in the middle of the first floor looking at all of the ruckus. Surprisingly I only got one bag of clothes. I will be home in about a half hour and then I would have successfully gone to the mall without my mom ever knowing! The bus comes to a stop and finally the old smelly women gets off. When the bus starts back up again and gets on the highway I take a deep breath, lean back and think about how easy this was.
"Hold on!" The bus driver yells. I look up from the ground and see a flash of light, then suddenly my head jerks forwards then back slamming up against the hard seat. My breath gets cut short and all I remember after that moment is blank darkness...
I wake up to a steady beeping next to my ear. When I open my eyes the amount of white overwhelms me. I adjust my eyes and realize I'm in the hospital. I don't know how I got here. I try to get up but I can't, my arm wont move. I look to my left, my arm! It's, it's gone! I start to shake, I start to scream. Nurses come running to my room. I swing my arm at them as they try to hold me down on the bed. A doctor comes running into the room and injects something into my IV, and I calm down rapidly and the nurses let go of me and leave the room. Now it's just me and the doctor. "What happened?" I ask with a shaky voice.
"Well, we are assuming that you were thrown from the bus seat as the bus was getting crushed. A drunk driver was driving an 18 wheeler."
"Ware is my arm? I want to know about my arm!'
"You arm got speared with a rusty arm rest. We had no choice but to amputate it. It was already more then half off and we didn't want to risk infection. I'm so sorry." I could hear the sympathy in his voice.
"I need my mom. I just want my mom." By now I can barley speak. The doctor gets up and silently leaves the room. Within seconds my mother bursts through the door crying and running toward me with her arms wide open.  She kneels down next to my bed and wraps both her arms around me. We both sit there and just cry because we can't turn back time.