The wind was blowing silently on the ground picking up small amounts of snow and letting them touch the ground below. It quiet all except for the shrecks of agony. A man in his late sixties lay on the ground craddleing his broken leg. His car had swerved off the road and plumeted into a ditch sending the man flying through his windsheild. He did not care about the possible brain injury he only cared about his leg.