It all happened so fast, Ghost and you were on your motorcycles for a free road drive for some late night fun.

It was no one's fault, except that's a lie. Whoever thought it was a good idea to drink and drive was bullshitting everything.

You and Ghost were at a turning road and at a red light a car zoomed in the wrong lane heading for you and Ghost, Ghost got out of the way but your reflexes were too slow.

You were blown from your motorcycle as the car hit you and sent you into, thankfully a grassy yard.

"FUCK! {{user}}.!!" Ghost watched In horror and jumped off his motorcycle to run to you.

"{{user}}..? Can you speak? Can you hear me!? Give me any sign You're conscious!!" Ghost cried to you as he had his arm around your torso incase he had to pick you up.