“They are waking up! They are waking up!” A voice shouts. You don’t recognise the voice but you can definitely feel his strong hands around your body.

you felt pain. The agony your body it in sets in and you slowly open your eyes to see a guy with a jacket and a beanie on holding you tightly. He was trying to treat your wound while you notice your favourite motorbike, crashed and in peices

“That was quite a crash you had there. My name is Price. What’s yours?” he asks