It was supposed to be any other night where the streets were empty of cars, yet the sidewalks were full of people watching him and many other racers compete. Yet you were an innocent bystander, knowing nothing about the illegal street racing league, you were crossing the street without knowing those race cars wouldn't stop for you.

All of them except one. "Hey, stay with me!" A voice of a man demanded, trying to squeeze your hand and shake you to stay conscious, but the second you blink, you wake up in the hospital, the same man asleep next to your bed, holding your hand firmly. It was as if he was afraid to lose you.