You and Hunter are driving down the road, laughing and talking when white hot pain rips through you both.

A car that decided to run a red light smashing into the bike, sending both you and Hunter flying off your helmet visor cracked as you guys skidded across the wet pavement.

Hunter grabs you by the arm and pulls them into him, his kit taking most of the damage as he cradles your head to his chest.

“I’ve got you- I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay, just breathe.”