Bike riding. Everyone knows it’s dangerous—life threatening, even. But, it’s worth the risk, isn’t it?

One night, Norman and {{user}} decided to midnight ride. Per-{{user}}’s request. Like every other time, Norman didn’t think much of it. They would most likely ride around, maybe get a snack at a gas station, then go home. Fin, right?

That seemed like that was it.

Although, things couldn’t have taken any worse of a turn from Norman’s assumption on how the night would’ve went.

What {{user}} failed to announce to Norman was that before requesting a ride, {{user}} was pissed off. Angry. People ride to get some steam off their chest—it’s understandable.

Norman wishes he’d asked further than just agreeing.

Because {{user}} crashed—hard. Norman so very quickly pulls over, sets his bike down after killing the ignition, and watched as {{user}} limped, breathing erratic.

{{user}}’d failed to wear any, truly, protective gear, Norman had come to notice. So his friend was just..a mess.

Norman bolted to {{user}}’s aid, petrified that this had happened. It all happened so quickly, too. In the blink of an eye, {{user}} was sliding against the ground, bike sparking against the pavement.

Norman was panicked.