Imagine yourself in a Superman suit, doing everything he can do. Possibly only children and Comic-con geeks can actually put themselves in Superman's place, and let imagination go its own way. The funny thing is that all of these Superman effects are present in anyone's body, it only needs a trigger, a spark.
During this fatal accident everything was turned upside down. Intense anger and helplessness created something out of the deepest of instinct mankind can have. Purely out of adrenaline, I jumped out of the already burning car, and acted as if Superman was face to face with Batman (or the adverse, never watched the movie). It all seems as if I was in a movie, a real Hollywood block-buster in a sense: after adhering to the fact that great danger surrounds me, I grabbed the left passenger door, opened it up to only see two of my colleagues strangled into eachother as some bizarre romantic pose. One was sitting right behind my seat (drivers' -), the other next to me in the middle. The right passenger seat was occupied by a child-seat.
Without any particular medical knowledge more than I've seen in movies or dr. House series, I was confronted with a serious doubt already. The person nearest seemed to have an open fracture on his skull and blood was coming out of his mouth as soap-bubbles. Retrospectively, it even seems comic sometimes, the slow popping of those intense red, thick bubbles.
Since the car was burning, my instinct reacted quickly and decided to pull him out of the car soonest possible. When adrenaline pushes your borders, you suddenly become some real-time Hercules, with the power of 100 horses and a wisdom even Gandalf the Grey cannot comprehend. I pulled him out and laid him on the concrete of the road - exactly the way you suppose to do so
Amazing thing, right? Acting right out of the book in such a critical moment? I should not be accused, I should receive some frigging badge of valor!
The moment I put him into this position, it was as if he was trying to say something to me, probably calling for help. I couldn't understand, which makes it one of the questions in my head forever.
After him, I did the same for the next two guys, the person sitting in the front passenger seat was badly wounded on the head and neck, but due to the car burning down to ashes, the only good decision was to remove him from the car at any cost. Some people who stopped after collision tried to break him free by ripping apart the front right door - without any success. Even Korean cars are built of alloyed metal. I climbed back into the car from the left side to unbuckle his belt, he vaguely opened his eyes and recognized me and the situation we're in, so he was able to get out partly on his own feet which miraculously were not wounded.
After medics, police and fire brigade arrived, adrenaline running in me was still there. Out of instinct I took out my cellphone - within the miracle another miracle that it survived without a scratch - and called my wife and subsequently my boss, who was in the traffic jam some kilometers away. Not really naming it a conversation I merely informed them that a brutal accident has taken place and everyone is in bad shape, car's burning, then hung up.
As I hung up, I saw the medics were all tending the wounded. This was the moment my adrenaline level emptied up, and I collapsed immediately.
It's such a pity that there is no possible mechanism - except for harmful drugs which allow you to regulate the brutal strength and vigilance whenever needed. Would be great to have some when you need to lift some heavy stuff, just like nitro in your car.
