There were two Asian Men in the car; both very very alike. I remember from that before the crash (it later transpired that they were cousins).
One dragged me out of the car, after the crash. I remember his voice and shouting at me to get out because the car was going to explode. But I couldn't move.
They (someone ?) dragged me out the car. By the time the police arrived they'd abandonned the car.
The police tracked them down. breathalised them that evening and they were both 4.5/4.7 times over the limit. But the Father said that his Mercedes (the one that hit me) had been stolen that Morning. And he hadn't realised.
Then I couldn't honestly identify either one as the Driver. I'd only looked in the rear view mirror or glanced sideways; because I was trying to drive .
So there was no prosecution.
A couple of month's later; I had a 'phone call from the "Driver". He didn't give his name. He got my name from my injury solicitors/ solicitors acting for "them".
"You have ruined my life. I am being sent to Pakistan to marry a cow. How can you do this to me, you fucking whore"
So no; no legal satisfaction. No satisfaction whatsoever.
But things have a way of sorting themselves out.
I was TTC but working 90 hours a week in my own practice.
Nothing would have stopped me apart from this car crash.
When I picked up the pieces and could walk a couple of years later; I was told that I wasn't an IVF candidate because of the disruption to my thyroid/body/disabilities.
And then I got pregnant naturally; and she's 12 early next year,
I believe that I would never have had my daughter if it hadn't been for that car crash.