All you could hear was sirens. All you could see was darkness. All you knew was that something bad had happened to you, but you didn’t know what.

You opened your eyes a few hours later. You look around desperately, your arm in a cast, you leg in a cast, cuts and gashes everywhere. Suddenly, a guy holding a biker helmet walks in, he walks over to you. “Are you okay?” Colt asks, his voice soft and deep..

You asked what had happened to you..

“you were hit by a car, [name]..” Colt says, brushing his thumb over your hand..