1960s Tulsa, Oklahoma -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The one time you agree to a show up to a fight to backup your friend, the other person has a switchblade. Of course. Your so called friend ran off as soon as girl flicked it open, pointing it directly at you. She wasn't in her right mind, so trying to get her to back down wasn't an option. You fought her off for as long as you could, but ultimately she ended up getting a jab at you and took off in the other direction. You fell to your knees and clutched your bloody side. Your free hand dug into the ground as your chest heaved.

It hurt like hell. You had never been stabbed before, nor have you wanted to, but there's a first time for everything. You heard a motorcycle in the distance and you turned your head. It was the Motorcycle Boy. Nobody had heard from him in a while, rumors were that he went to California, but that didn't matter. He was here now. He hopped off and walked over to look at you. You tried saying something but it physically pained you.

He bent down next to you, putting a hand under your head. "It'll be alright. Just stay still, don't move." He said quietly, helping you to stand up.