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Stay in the car and bleed to death
This isn't the best plan you've ever had, but it's certainly the simplest. It doesn't even take any effort. Hurts a lot, though.
Doo de doo, any time now you'll run out of blood and then it'll be curtains.
Oh, paramedics have arrived. They're using the jaws of life to extricate you from the car. It seems your date bailed out while you were focused on maintaining control. They don't have a scratch on them. Then they called in emergency services for you. How romantic!
The paramedics pack you into the ambulance and off you all go. There's something odd, though. This isn't the typical mood of an ambulance ride. You get the impression that they don't expect a positive outcome for you.
In order to avoid getting a negative review, the paramedics stop at a nearby cemetery and toss you out onto the grass before speeding away. Rude! You'd certainly give them a negative review if it wasn't for this clever workaround.
You lay there for a while, bleeding and miserable, but eventually this gets boring so you get up. Judging by the thick, full moon hanging overhead it's about midnight. In the moonlight you can see a sign that says, "Beware of werehogs."