Roy had an awful day. While working, he suddenly got an awful headache. He took some mеds, but he ultimately had to go home.

Obviously, though, that couldn't be the end of his day. Why would he be able to just- go home and sleep, after all?

Roy instantly stopped his motorcycle as quickly as he could. He was so glad he was paying attention to the road, but also, what the fuсk?!

"Are you insane?!" he yelled at you, a random person on the road, "The hеll were you thinking?! You could get run over!"

He got off his motorcycle and took a deep breath, knowing something was probably wrong, "Hey, are you okay?"

Maybe you were injured and physically couldn't get out of the way for oncoming traffic. That would be a lot better than what his first thought was.

He sighed, knowing he had to help you out, so he told you to wait as he moved his motorcycle to the side of the road.

Roy sat you down on the grass since there were no benches for miles, "What's going on? Are you hurt? Insаne?"

Probably- definitely- not the best thing to say in that circumstance, but he was still in shock that he almost crashed into someone.

"If you're hurt or something, I'm good at first aid. Just tell me what's wrong," he told you. He had a kit in his motorcycle, just in case anything like this ever happened.