I was a bike messenger for a little while in 2006. At one point I had an accident. I don't know how, except that I woke up in the middle of an intersection, looking at the front end of a car that clearly wanted to get by.
A voice was asking "are you okay?"
"No," I said, unable to get a sense of which way was up, "get me out of the street."
"Are you okay?"
"No..."
I started getting clearer, managed to drag myself out of the road along with my bike.
"Are you okay?"
"No. What happened?"
I sat on the curb, rested my head in my hands and tried to feel if anything had gone wrong internally.
"Are you..?"
I stood up, glared at the source of the question. "Clearly not," I said, my mouth and eyes full of disgust. I left on foot.