Thoughtfulness

We don't like to use the "Q" word, but it had been unusually Q. It was a night shift, all crews had been on station for over an hour. I went and joined them in the crew room. 2 hours later our radios bleeped back to life in unison. Never a good sign that. Mine bleeped again with an immediate update..."RTC one vehicle, driver trapped, possibly fatal"
As we got in our vehicles 2 police cars and the fire service went by. Always nice to go in convoy...always nicer being at the back.
We all arrived at more or less the same time, the police cordoned off the road, the fire service got to making the car stable and we went straight to the patient.
The driver was well and truly trapped, he'd hit a wall head on at speed, it was dark but I went in from the drivers side and another lad went in from the passenger side. All the windows were smashed in, we were putting the pads on the guy when suddenly the fire service got some lights on the scene. "STOP" I shouted as it all fell silent. "Everyone stand back" and they did. There was a crook lock device on the steering wheel. There was also a noose around his neck attached to the rear of the car. All of a sudden we all became very wary, the guy was very dead, beyond help but we wondered just how far he had gone in his quest to end his life. The police and fire searched the vehicle ensuring it hadn't been rigged in any other way.
He'd put a lot of thought into his suicide. Poor chap.