Then we rolled up. He's unconscious, tall and hefty. We have to struggle hard to lift his limp, wet, form off the road on which cars and trucks are still whistling past, splashing us repeatedly. We muscle him into his rickshaw. As we do, I notice that he has several smallish wounds, but none are bleeding badly.
Nothing seems broken.
All of which reassures me. Then the five of us confer on what to do next. Passenger has a mobile phone, so he dials 100. The police don't answer. Tries several times.