Schmuck
I feel like such a schmuck this morning. I'm used to noises outside - they happen every now and then with people coming home drunk, arguments in the street, the mentally disabled guy down the road, or more. I presume that if I go out to check I'm going to invite trouble. For the past hour, I lay awake unable to get back to sleep, and tried to decide what sort of person was out there. For an hour, I could have called an ambulance and I didn't. Because I mistook primal moans of pain for sex noises (presuming someone had left their window open). I think the guy's going to be okay - he was still conscious when the ambulance arrived, but I feel like such a schmuck. If it weren't for the fact that Big Boy had to get to work early, who knows what time someone would have helped. Schmuck.
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Don't beat yourself up - you still did the right thing before anybody else on your street did. It's easy to misinterpret noises, especially if you live on a noisy street (or have foxes in the garden etc).
And it's not like you saw someone lying there and stepped over them, is it? It's quite possible that some of your neighbours did.
Yeah, don't sweat it, he DID get help in the end and no-one else bothered but you guys. Anyway, if he was well enough to bellow for an hour he can't have been that badly off.
You did the right thing.