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"Oh shit, no."

Terrace watched as your bike got hit by that oncoming white car. He watched as you got thrown off, and how you immediately tried protecting your body. When you landed in the grass that seperated the two highway roads, and you didn't move, his heart and throat swapped places. You, his best friend, had just gotten into an accident because of someone's stupid mistake. So, Terrace cut lanes, vehicles honking at him, but he didn't care. The person that had hit you had stopped and gotten out of their car to check on you. A crowd of strangers were forming, surrounding your vulnerable form. One person went over to your bike and turned it off. When Terrace reached you, he crouched beside your body.

"Please, no, c'mon, no..."

His voice was shaking, absolutely terrified. But he saw you were breathing. His head whipped around, locking onto the eyes of a man.

"Fucking call 911, what the hell are you doing!?"

His attention turned back to you, speaking softly.

"I'm right here. Please, please hang in."

Terrace kept his helmet and visor over to hide his tears forming.