We'll talk later." The EMT's checked us over, recommending we go to the hospital for testing, but we refused. "I didn't hit my head and the seatbelt kept me in place, I'll be fine," I said.
"Some injuries might not be obvious," he told me.
"I have friends coming, if I start to have any concussion symptoms or other problems, I'll go to the emergency room." The last thing we needed was to end up in a hospital with human doctors, blood tests and scans. The bruising I had gotten was already fading with my Wamp-speed healing.
We spoke to the Sheriff, giving our statements. It didn't help much, we had the green light and we didn't see the truck until just before impact. "The driver? He's dead?" I could see the Medical Examiner's van arriving, moving to where the body was covered.
"Yes. He wa
