"Well, when you were driving through the intersection, a car the police were chasing t-boned your car at about 90 m/h. you were thrown from the car and then it rolled on top of your legs. They are both broken. You were knocked cold the second the car slammed into you." He said in a quiet voice. "Holmes saw the whole thing happen, and let me tell you, I've never seen anyone so upset. He thought you had died. But I'm glad you didn't."
I smiled a bit and rolled my eyes. That's Hopkins for you. Always trying to throw humor into everything. Then I let out a yelp of pain as they started to move me onto the gurney.
"Watson, all I want to say is that you are the luckiest man on earth to survive that crash. But you may have some internal damage so we have to get you to the hospital ASAP!" Hopkins said as they started to put me into the ambulance.
My vision was starting to swim, and I knew I wasn't going to stay awake for more than a few more seconds, so I asked Hopkins one more thing.
"Is Holmes alright?" I said falling into darkness.
"He's at home, with a doctor because he's in a state of shock. But other than that he's fine. Watson, WATSON?!" but I had already was out.