You dodge the icecream truck speeding at you, a cheerful tune of 'bicycle made for two' spilling from the speakers hitching as it barely avoids collision with the streetlamp pole. Diving inbetween the concrete barrier posts, you rush to the mangled police vehicle, Chevy SUV, hoping, no, praying that the officer, or whomever it was inside is still alive. The giant dumptruck that T-boned the car is still nearby, you can hear the engine growl hungrily. There's still hope, though. Collision came to the passenger side. Last thing you heard from the inside was a pained yelp, when the truck rammed the SUV, but the man can still just be unconscious. Right?.. You just need to be quick and pray driver's side wasn't damaged enough for the door to be rendered useless.

Wincing as some stray engine roars nearby, you yank at the door handle, almost falling as the door flies open much easier than expected. Your heart gives a flutter at the sound of labored breath - your savior is not only alive, but doesn't seem to be in that rough a shape! Not counting possible concussion, awkwardly bent shoulder and a huge abrasion on his forehead, evident of a firm faceplant into a window.