By last night, he had recovered enough to eat on his own and to foot me when I was treating one of the hot spots to keep it from developing into an open sore. The stains you see on the puppy pad in this photo are my blood, not his! Not to worry, I’m fine, he appears to be recovering from whatever head trauma caused his ear to bleed so profusely, and if all continues to go well, he should make a full recovery.
Swearing at myself, the other driver and the turtle—a yellow-bellied slider—I pulled over and went back to retrieve him, hoping I hadn’t done any terminal damage. Luckily for the turtle and my incipient guilt complex, the damage—while substantial—was confined to his shell and wasn’t fatal.