Christmas morning motorcycle crash.

Not the best idea to read this, unless you were there.

We were driving home late Christmas morning, around 2 am. We were on the Howard Frankland, heading towards Clearwater from Tampa. A motorcycle sped past us, and I made some comment about him getting a ticket. I went back to trying find a CD, and Jarrett said "Oh my god, i think that guy went down". There were sparks ahead of us, and cars swerving. Jarrett went to swerve to the left to avoid the bike in the middle of the road, when I saw him laying there and yelled "don't hit him!" Jarrett pulled over, and I ran out of the car towards a nightmare. Two men were ahead of me, calling out something I couldn't really understand. When I got to him, they were checking his pulse. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was dead, but I asked anyway. They told me he had no pulse.
All kinds of things ran through my head. I was afraid, and I was angry. I wanted to walk away, but I was afraid to go. I walked past him, trying not to look down, and stood in the road in front of him, trying to keep cars from hitting him. I didn't want his mom to see him if a car hit him. It was a weird thought. I turned around, and looked down. I have no idea why. I didn't want to see him. I saw his arm move, and he took a breath.
People started to swarm at that point. They moved a car in front of him so he wouldn't be hit, and they dragged his motorcycle out of the road. Someone got him a towel so he could put his head on it, instead of the road. He tried to get up, and we yelled at him not to move. I went to check Heather, to make sure she couldn't see him and to grab a hug from Jarrett. I was shaking, and a flood was running through my mind. When I looked back over at him though, no one was with him.
I went back over to him, kneeled on the ground and talked to him with my hand on his back. Debris was being whipped at us from passing cars, and I remember hoping it didn't get in my eyes. A man saw that we were being hurt and stood between us and the passing traffic. It felt like a million years though, for any signs of flashing lights. I had time to see past the mangled rag doll. I saw the dread locks, and the superman tattoo on his hand. I saw the scrape on his forhead, and the nose ring hole that was closing over.
They got there, and I moved out of the way. They unfloded him and took him away. No idea where, or even who he was. There were a lot of good people trying to protect him. I've spent all day trying to find out who he is, and if he's going to be ok. I'm hoping that knowing will end the nightmare that seeing him dead has started. I'm hoping that someone who knows him is doing the same thing I am, and finds this post.
My mother said that if he didn't make it, I would have read about it, and to take that as a good sign. I hope so.