So, the gf, son and his little date were coming back from Spiderman 3..driving along as this SUV goes speeding by. Be careful dood! Anyhow, we turn left onto a divided parkway and about 200 ft up, I see a car in the median. Sure enough, it was the SUV. I thought it was just some idiot who lost control and was feeling like an ass, but I'll get out and check anyway. Yeah, not so much. A bit worse that I thought. The roads were wet due to the sprinklers, and he slid into a tree, and the way he hit, it caused the whole left side of the dash to cave directly into him. He was unconscious, pinned in. None of the doors would open as they were locked and the battery had exploded. Luckily a Dr was driving by, so I asked what he needed me to do. He wanted a window busted so he could climb through, so a guy with a jack in hand started on the passenger side as to not get glass all over the guy. Wasn't happening. I took a shot. I was pounding the $hit out of the window, and it wasn't shattering. Finally I moved back to the back window. Given how hard the first window was, I swung hard on this one. It shattered instantly, but given the force, my hands went through the window too. I knew I cut myself, but we got the window open. I took my shirt off and laid it over the edge so the doc could climb through. He began to jump through, but the water from the sprinklers caused him to slip and he sliced his arm too. He couldn't get a good grip and the window was too high, so he couldn't get in. I tried to use the jack to slip into a door crack and jack it open, but the guy helping...well,he wasn't helping. We're 15 minutes into this and I was getting frustrated. At this point, we really haven't done a damn thing to help this guy. The doc said he had a faint pulse. I finally hear a siren and see the ambulance. I back off to let them do their job. After a couple of minutes I look down and I have blood all over me. both hands are bloody, and one finger in particular looks kind of bad. I walk over to the doc and he looks at it, then tells me I really need to get some stitches cause it looked pretty bad. I asked a bystander for water, so I clean up as much as I can, then wrap my fingers in a paper towel secured by a buzz lightyear band aid. I wait around for the paramedics to finish, but it's taking them a while. It's been 25 minutes at least. Just then the doc muttered "it's taking them way too long to get him out." They're using the jaws to pry off doors and b pillars and cross members. I'm thinking...all these safety features, and this happens. He just hit that tree in the worst possible way. Kara and the kids are still in the car looking back, so I go to them to relay the situation. I put on another shirt, and get in....still bleeding...still feeling useless. I couldn't stay for some reason. Maybe I didn't want to see that he didn't make it, feeling like I could have done something else and it would have helped. That would be twice I've felt that way. So, I left. We dropped off Tristan's date, then drove home and bandaged up my fingers as Kara was yelling at me for not going to the ER. So here I am...fingers throbbing, retyping almost every word cause i'm missing keys and fumbling around...wondering. I hope my finger doesn't fall off.