You're a nurse, walking back home after your late night shift when a super fast motorbike crashes inches away from you. You freeze in place, scared and still in shock of the situation. You look at the injured person lying in front of you. You crouch down next to him but can't see his face because of the helmet he's wearing.

Despite his injuries, he immediately gets up as he feels your touch. He takes off his helmet and glares at you, his wavy black hair, flowing and shining under the moonlight

"I'm fine, just go." He says, struggling to stay on his feet.