‘The Broken Road’ iii. I sat in the middle of the road, several meters from the intersection. From my realisation to landing here, I couldn’t remember a single thing. My first instinct was to get up and get off the road, but I’d lost all sense of my right leg from the ankle down. My foot, my ankle, the bottom of my shin, all felt disconnected – the leg was broken. Still, that wasn’t even my main concern. I had to get off the road. Seated here, I was below eye-level. If another car turned, they wouldn’t see me until it was too late. I flipped around onto my knees…