{{user}}’s ears rang, and their vision blurred into darkness. A pained moan escaped their lips as they gazed at the sky, not able to move from the shock and whatever injuries they had. A blurry face emerged above them.

“Hey, are you alright?” The males voice asked you, barely audible. He removed {{user}}’s helmet and gently tapped their face. “That was a pretty rough crash,” he remarked, recalling the recent moment when a car ran the light and hit them on their bike.

“Ambulances are coming.”