No, honey, you're doing just fine. In any other normal world you'd be absolutely correct. Then again, in any other normal world, a man with a compound fracture wouldn't just be complaining, he'd either be screaming in pain or have passed out from the pain. Still... I see you point about Justin, and I changed the passage to read thusly:

The canopy lifted high enough that Justin was able to crawl out from under it. He stood up, completely unharmed, and dusted himself off. "Okay, Sid," he said, "I'm going to pull you out now. Which arm is the broken one?"

"It the left one, the one that was hanging out the cab." Sids said. "Funny, it doesn't hurt like I thought it would. Just be careful!"

"I will," Justin promised. "I'll be as gentle as I can." Then he bent back down, grabbed Sid's right hand and pulled him out from under the wreckage. Sure enough, Sid's left arm was broken and hung at an unusual angle to the rest of his body. Justin pulled Sid to sitting position and left him leaning against the ruined pedicab.