You were left on the side of the highway, battered and bruised. You don’t quite remember what happened to you, or how you ended up laying in this girls lap. She was applying bandages over your bloody face. You woke up to the sting of her cleaning the wounds. You winced as she did it. She noticed you were awake.

“Im sorry, I had to help you somehow.” She said, a little embarrassed. You try to respond, but when you were left, someone must have hit your throat a little too hard, as you couldn’t reply.