The road was deserted of traffic and pedestrians. Three minutes after the accident, a young man, driving in the opposite direction, from Belgaum to Poona, saw the wreck and stopped his car. Vishnu and the young man lifted Baba into the man's car. An open truck stopped, and Vishnu asked the Parsi driver to take Eruch, Pendu and Nilu to Rosewood, and he obliged. Vishnu then accompanied Baba in the car to Grafton.
When Baba arrived at Grafton, Mani rushed on her bicycle to get Don from Rosewood. Don came running and, with Goher, began treating Baba's wounds. Mehera was beside herself with grief as she wiped the blood from Baba's face. The other women, too, did their best to ease Baba's suffering. But how could the Avatar's suffering ever be eased? His comfort lay in his suffering, which he endured every second continuously and took upon himself for his divine work.
Age was grief-stricken, as it recorded this tragedy for posterity. "Not again!" it wailed. "O Bharat [India], did you also require the Avatar's blood? America needed his blood and he shed it there in 1952. Now, he has shed it for India four years later!" Age repented for the world that the Merciful Beloved, who spilled his blood out of love and compassion, was yet to be recognized by mankind.
Bhau had followed Mani and Don to Grafton, despite Baba's orders that he should stay in bed and rest.
When Baba saw him, his first words were: "Why did you break my order?"
Nevertheless, in this critical situation, Bhau ran to summon the civil surgeon, Dr. Abadin.
When the civil surgeon came, Baba asked him, "How is it you've come, as today is Sunday, your off day?"
"It is my duty," the surgeon replied.