Our first call last night came from the Fire and Rescue service. They’d received a call for an RTC (Road Traffic Collision) where a car has left the road and come to rest in a wood, with two patients involved, injuries unknown (we rarely receive information on what sort of injuries are involved).
It was fairly close and I got there in 6 minutes on blue lights. The sight we were met with sent shivers down my spine. In amongst some very large trees, about 20 meters away from the road and buried in the woods, was the remains of what used to be a 4 wheel drive performance car. When you see a car that is so badly smashed it’s barely recognisable, you immediately think of the patients involved and my crew mate and I simultaneously said out loud with dread, “they’re gunna be dead”.
The fire service had arrived moments before us and the station chief came up to us and said “Two patients, one male 20 years old an a female 21 years old”
I immediately thought of the waste of life and how on earth the parents of these KIDS would react when they were told of their deaths.
Only then, he pointed to the grass verge and said “They’re over there mate, just cuts and bruises I think”.
To say that we were relieved would be an understatement. We looked once more at the twisted metal that lay buried in the trees and could scarcely believe that anyone could walk away from that in one piece.
We thoroughly assessed them both and found nothing more than a few minor cuts from the broken glass and twigs. In fact, neither of them needed to be transported to hospital!
The story went that the young male driver was doing 80+ mph, when the back end of the car stepped out on a corner. He over corrected and began to ‘fish-tail’ for over 100 meters until leaving the road, smashing through a dry stone wall and by some sheer miracle, avoided the biggest trees and came to rest against an Oak tree.
This isn’t the first time I’ve arrived to the scene of a crash, looked at the car and assumed a fatality, only to find a patient with minor injuries. Although conversely, I’ve arrived to minor bumps where people are critically injured.
A police sergeant read the riot act to the young lad, telling him that in the last 2 months, he’s been to 2 RTC’s with 5 fatalities of young people (I know of one of them – it’ll will go down in history as one of the worst crashes attended by my colleagues for the absolute horror they were met with), and he should take a good hard look at his driving style!
We were very thankful they were both alive and uninjured, it’s not a nice day at work when young people die.
The rest of the shift was fairly uneventful, just lots of tea and chatter. Just the way we like it 🙂