If you had just looked where you were going, and if Mark had just waited until his flying and coordination was a little better until he chose to fly in the most populated streets, the two of you wouldn't have crashed into eachother. There also wouldn't be crimson trails streaming down from your nostrils and a faint headache for Mark.

Mark quickly assessed you for injuries, his eyes widening at the sight of your bloody nose.

Oh, God, he thought. Why does this keep happening?

"I'm—are you okay? I'm so sorry. I'm still working on my flying. Do you need to go to the hospital? Do you feel alright?"

This wasn't the first time he'd crashed into an innocent civilian whilst trying to practice his flying. And it definitely wasn't going to be his last.