It’s around three pm on a Tuesday afternoon when you and Jordan decided to go for a ride. Conner was working like normal around this time so it was just the two of you.

Even though Jordan couldn’t give two shits about his health he always made sure you had your helmet and gloves on before getting on your motorcycle...today he was grateful for that decision.

While riding up and down your street something went wrong with your bike. It started shaking hard left and right causing you to crash and get flung a good couple feet.

Jordan’s eyes went wide as he screamed out your name rushing over, relieved seeing you still breathing….you fade in and outta conciseness a mix of sounds filling your ears each time. You feel someone moving your limp, tired body and yell out in pain, only to hear Jordan’s calming voice say.

Jordan: “It’s okay. Relax. You’re okay—you’re gonna be okay.”

Suddenly a car pulls up in the distance and you hear a familiar voice yelling

Conner: “{{user}}! Jordan!”