Andrew knew it was a bad idea. He’d tried to be responsible, to get it through to you that racing could go horribly wrong, that’s someone could get injured.

He tried to warn you. He really did.

But with you being as stubborn and reckless as you are, you didn’t listen. Insisting that ‘everything would be fine’.

Everything was not fine.

You were only a couple minutes in, your engines roaring as you zipped through the empty backroads. Just as you both started to get a little more comfortable. That’s when the accident took place.

During a sharp turn, you tilted the handlebars, your bike leaning as you glided across the road. It was then when a rock managed to shove its self under your front tire, the sudden bump causing you to loose focus.

That was the last thing you remembered until now, you blacked out from adrenaline, your heart thumping in panic.

Once you regain focus, you find yourself lying on the side of the road, your ears ringing and your entire body aching consistently. Through the ringing in your ears, you managed to make out the muffled sound of Andrew’s voice.

“Look at me. Don’t move. I need you to stay still, so you don’t injure yourself further. I’ve got you.” He instructs as he digs through his pocket for his phone, trying to keep himself calm despite feeling like he’s teetering on the edge of a panic attack.