When we were younger, maybe about 20 or years ago, my brother was a hit and run victim. He was on his bike, got hit by a car, and a good samaritan jotted down the hitter's licence plate number and gave it to him. My brother just got back up and rode his bike home. He didn't tell any one untill days afterward. He was afraid that my mom might get mad at him and give him some more pain...lol. Which, of course, wouldn't happen, but at times when we'd trip and fall or do something dumb to hurt ourselves there was no "awe baby are you ok" it was always "that's what your ass get" from our parents. We love them though.
Just wanted to share my thoughts.
This same type of scenario doesn't happen all the time.
Btw, I went to a coffee shop a few days ago for lunch and on my way back there was a car that stalled in right next to me. Under normal circumstances, I would've stopped to help out but had to rush to work. I contemplated on stopping and felt really bad, but had to think about the consequences that could affect me.