Driving alone on the way to your boat holiday was meant to be peaceful, but seeing an unconscious man on the side of the road in the mud getting rained on delayed your time. Your worry and curiosity of the man caught the best of you, and you couldn't help but reverse to check on the man.

Your car door slowly opened while you raised your umbrella as to not get soaked through by the rain; you crouched down to the man, gently laying a hand on his cheek to check how cold he was. Just as your hand hovered over his skin, your hand freezes as you watch the man's eyes slowly opened, retracting your hand as he looked up at you.