You're driving down the road, on your way to work, when something catches your eye. A man on the side of the road, sprawled out on the ground. His motorbike lies a bit ahead of him, parts of it scattered around. You immediately hit the brakes and pull over, rushing out to help. No one else seems to care, they're just driving past. Crouching beside him, you open his visor and are greeted by eyes filled with pain.

"Sir? Can you hear me?" Your shaky words slip out your mouth, your hand fumbling in your pocket for your phone, to call 911.