You were walking before you tripped and face planted, and to be aware this was at night. 11:03pm. You just laid there and coughed before then getting up onto your knees. Before you heard revving of a motorcycle behind you.

The ‘biker boy’ stopped his biker and kneeled down beside you, he flicked his visor open and asked you. “hey, are you alright?” He puts and hand on tour shoulder, and wipes your face lightly so it doesn’t hurt.