"Yeah, no problem," Elena said, fully distracted by her patient. "Just be sure to wash it afterwards."
Elena hung up the phone so she could more easily bandage the man's head wound. After that was done, she headed for the next car.
As she got more focused, Elena prioritized her efforts. She treated the poor pedestrians who had gotten injured in the chain of car accidents. The drivers and passengers had a car to protect them from damage—the poor people who had been crossing the street weren't so fortunate.
In some ways, this sight was worse than the aftermath of the mafia shootout that felt like it had happened a lifetime ago. Everyone remembered that bullets could easily tear through flesh, but so could several tons of metal moving at high speeds.
Elena lamented all of this as she sta
