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Delia didn't want me to go outside. She was afraid of whoever might be in the car. Rocky, on the other hand, has not been feeling well and needed to do his thing. I put him outside despite Delia's protests and stood there watching. After I had been standing for about ten minutes, somebody got out of the car. From the long hair I assumed it was a woman. She seemed to be wearing blue jeans, a white tee and a gray sweater. She started walking westwards, away from the car. When she fell three times in rapid succession I asked Delia to call 911. Delia had the call in progress before I asked.
Because Delia was so nervous, I remained inside until emergency vehicles arrived, which wasn't long. First came the ambulance, with the fire truck right behind. I walked to the edge of the road and pointed out the fallen woman. Three firemen went to investigate; a woman from the ambulance asked if we needed any help. I told her it was only the fallen woman in need of aid.
A deputy sheriff came over. Delia continued talking to the paramedic while I spoke to the deputy. We explained the little bit we knew. The woman appeared to be responding to questions, which was a good sign. They packed her into the ambulance and the fire truck and ambulance drove off. By this time there were three police cars in front, with one deputy checking out the car. A tow truck arrived and they removed the car. They asked us no further questions, so I came in and poured each of us a shot of bourbon whiskey.
Cathy had called while I spoke with the emergency dispatcher, so when everything calmed down I called her again to let her know what was up.
None of the neighbors came onto the scene. They may not have been aware anything was happening.
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Guessing from her behavior, (staggering, clutching her belly, writhing around when she fell) she appeared to have severe intestinal pain . . . as in giving birth. Her lack of balance would indicate intoxication, but she spoke alertly enough when the firemen addressed her. She remained still, sitting up, while the paramedics prepared their cart, where previously she had beaten her fist on the ground. She didn't put her hand over her face any time that I noticed, so her condition didn't seem to embarrass her.
I didn't intrude, not for her sake but because Delia was already nervous enough to scream at me for letting the dog out. She got plenty of attention: I would guess there were at least six firemen, the two paramedics and no less than three cops.
I didn't need to know.
We have no idea of the outcome of the event.