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I was on the bus yesterday when a woman was hit by a car. She had run between my bus and the bus behind it and tried to cross another lane of traffic but wound up stepping into the path of a car. She hit the front corner of the car hard enough that she bounced off and was flung back into the bus I was on. When she hit the bus she must have hit an edge of something, because it cut open the side of her neck, just beneath her jaw. She then fell flat on the ground and had a seizure.
By the time I had realized what had happened and had gotten off the bus the three girls she was with were screaming and rolling her over. I could see that the majority of her skin from her chin was hanging off the bone and she was laying in a large puddle of blood. Her white scarf and shirt were also soaked in it and a bystander was frantically holding a cloth of some kind to the gash in her neck.
To the credit of the Wellington medics they arrived faster than I have ever seen a rescue service show up. They were also faster and better organized on the scene. They got the bleeding stopped before the police could clear everyone out. I finished my errand in town and by the time I made it back that way about twenty minutes later the police were letting the driver go, as he was not to blame. Once they left the only evidence was an off color patch on the pavement.
The only thing I could think the whole time was that her blood was the wrong color. It was far to brightly colored than what I would have used. I hope those thoughts don't make me a bad person.
By the time I had realized what had happened and had gotten off the bus the three girls she was with were screaming and rolling her over. I could see that the majority of her skin from her chin was hanging off the bone and she was laying in a large puddle of blood. Her white scarf and shirt were also soaked in it and a bystander was frantically holding a cloth of some kind to the gash in her neck.
To the credit of the Wellington medics they arrived faster than I have ever seen a rescue service show up. They were also faster and better organized on the scene. They got the bleeding stopped before the police could clear everyone out. I finished my errand in town and by the time I made it back that way about twenty minutes later the police were letting the driver go, as he was not to blame. Once they left the only evidence was an off color patch on the pavement.
The only thing I could think the whole time was that her blood was the wrong color. It was far to brightly colored than what I would have used. I hope those thoughts don't make me a bad person.