Overactive conscience?

So, I'm riding the tram last night from work to get to evening services to say a memorial prayer for my dad on the anniversary of his passing. The tram is late so I've cut it a little close but I should still make it. Then, an elderly lady gets on the tram at the middle entrance with a cane and when the tram starts up again, she falls backward and hits her head on the angle of the stairs. Blood starts dripping out of the back of her head. Alert passengers get a cloth to press on it and the driver calls an ambulance. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there thinking "If I don't make services tonight, I have to get up at the crack of doom to make morning services instead" and I already was cutting it close. So, after a couple of minutes, I climb over the seat in front of me (in a skirt, long, luckily), cut around the lady sitting in the aisle with worried passengers around her, murmur as I pass people that I have an appointment, and leave the tram. Then I hustle (wearing no socks and new shoes) for about 15 - 20 blocks to try to get to services before they're over. I succeed, although my feet don't warm up for the rest of the evening.

I did nothing wrong: I didn't cause the lady's accident and I wasn't being useful on the scene. Why, then, do I feel so weird about leaving the tram?

Overactive conscience?

So, I'm riding the tram last night from work to get to evening services to say a memorial prayer for my dad on the anniversary of his passing. The tram is late so I've cut it a little close but I should still make it. Then, an elderly lady gets on the tram at the middle entrance with a cane and when the tram starts up again, she falls backward and hits her head on the angle of the stairs. Blood starts dripping out of the back of her head. Alert passengers get a cloth to press on it and the driver calls an ambulance. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there thinking "If I don't make services tonight, I have to get up at the crack of doom to make morning services instead" and I already was cutting it close. So, after a couple of minutes, I climb over the seat in front of me (in a skirt, long, luckily), cut around the lady sitting in the aisle with worried passengers around her, murmur as I pass people that I have an appointment, and leave the tram. Then I hustle (wearing no socks and new shoes) for about 15 - 20 blocks to try to get to services before they're over. I succeed, although my feet don't warm up for the rest of the evening.

I did nothing wrong: I didn't cause the lady's accident and I wasn't being useful on the scene. Why, then, do I feel so weird about leaving the tram?