#253725 - Looking into the back of the van I could see her body straining as she whimpered, only then did I realise her rib cage was resting on a metal pedal clip which had torn her jersey, her face was lying on the chain and the bottom of the front forks appeared to be jammed into her crotch. As I heaved on it with all my strength stretching her arms wide to lift her off the ground she managed to utter a loud desperate screech despite the bloody gag - I then remembered how that shoulder had looked as if it was dislocated after the crash. What was she was so desperately trying to say through her gag? Nothing I wanted to hear I was certain, so I hit her hard in the mouth - now a little blood started bubbling from the sponge and bandage gag.