my spring break mess up

I dropped the glass mirror that I shattered right on me and hopped into the car, then the engine roared, the blood was dripping as I held the towel tighter, time was ticking and I was shaking. The needle on the MPH started to rise over 100 and that needle that was going to go through my face was getting closer. When the stitches were done there were only the blood stains on my clothes but less going down my eyebrow and nose. A glimse in the mirror made me move back in shock for I thought that the mirror would have cracked and cut me once again