Back story. (And a truthful one, not like Rachael’s)
When I was 18. I was in a serious car crash. And very very lucky to be alive. An off duty dr stopped their car and came rushing to me first, luckily because my car was literally a concertina in the middle and I was clearly the youngest. (The other turned out to be a drunk driver and a guy playing chicken on the roads) anyway. Many, many police, ambulances and fire crew turned up, and they very quickly moved away all the other passerby’s that stopped to have a look at the crash. And obviously a few that stopped to check on the other cars etc. But they were thanked and sent on their way.
This dr was ONLY allowed to stay because I broke my neck, and he was holding it still and they didn’t want him to let go. Otherwise he too would have been told to go. The police officer phoned my parents, they came down but were told to stay well out the way... my own parents- I was 18, in critical condition.
The driver that crashed in to me, was taken to the ambulance and checked over, then he was out in a police car and breathalised, where he stayed until they knew if I’d survive or not. After that I don’t know which way he went until he was charged.
So you tell me, Rachael, why you’d be allowed, as a stranger, to stand with holding a driver on the side of the road watching life saving surgery?
Because I had so many vehicles and crew around me I couldn’t see day light. Amazing you could see so clearly what was happening that you can write about it in such detail- so much so the victims family could probably identify the case by your story. If it were even true.
But your story, the way YOU tell it didn’t happen, did it.