“While blood trickled from a side of the boss’ head on to his white attire as he sat on the side of the road, the driver, a man who seemed to be in his early 30s, could not even sit up. The young man was a sorry sight as he gasped. His jaw looked maligned while his eyes had swollen. Blood trickled from his nose and mouth. But there was simply nothing travellers standing around and shaking their heads could do for him.
“He simply bled, dying by each pint.”