If You've Heard About Dave...

In case you haven't heard about Dave. He was cycling up Little Cottonwood Canyon yesterday morning before work and a truck clipped him, sending him down a drop of 10 feet, from what I've heard.
He was life-flighted by University of Utah helicopter to IMC in Murray, Utah.
I was called by a social worker 15 minutes after he arrived, telling me about the accident and saying I needed to get to the hospital.
Dave's mom and I arrived and the social worker assigned to us brought us into a room and told us what they knew of Dave's injuries, which were a broken pelvis, a fractured vertebrae, a collapsed lung, and internal bleeding. She said with a broken pelvis there is a lot of bleeding and that was what they needed to asses the extent of.
When they finally let us see him, he was still in the ER and had a trauma team running around working on him. He had oxygen on, but could answer a few of my questions. Mostly he was asking for medication for the pain, which he said was getting worse. I could tell by his face having no color that he was losing a lot of blood. They gave him about 10 units of blood altogether.
His trauma phsycian came up to us and said, "He seems okay because he can talk to you and his face looks alright, but he's not. His bleeding could be life-threatening and his injuries are severe. He has 5 different teams of specialists working on him, including a spine specialist and an orthopedic surgeon for his pelvis."
After trying to stabilize him and giving him a respirator and putting him out, they got ready to send him to the angiolab, where they would check what damage there was to his veins and arteries and do some other procedures to help his bleeding. Before they wheeled him out, my dad and Dave's dad were able to administer a blessing to Dave amid the chaos, which was very comforting.
We just had to wait for a few hours after that, in the ICU waiting room. When I wasn't on the phone, I was observing the assortment of people who came through. I haven't seen such diverse people in a long time. Our Bishop and his wife and a friend, John Watson came and waited with us.
Finally they updated us, saying they couldn't operate on his pelvis until they got the bleeding under control, and for now they would put an external cage to contain his pelvis until the bleeding stopped. We got to see him for a moment before they took him into surgery. He couldn't speak, but spelled a few things in him mom's hand--one of which was how much he disliked his breathing tube. We told him he was on Micheal Jackson's drug of choice right then and he smiled and gave thumbs up, so his sense of humor was still intact!
I was able to see him again later, once they had got his pelvis cage on, and he was pretty sedated, but there wasn't a bunch of people working on him anymore, so that was good that he was stable enough that he could be left alone.
When I left about 11 last night he was going to get a CT scan and hopefully after get his breathing tube out. The nurse left a message on my cell phone that they hadn't done it yet as of 5:30 this morning. I'm heading over there soon, so hopefully by the time I get there, he'll have it out and be able to talk.