The blood stained the pavement as you laid there, stiff. The deer came out of nowhere. It was either you dump your bike or kill the deer and hurt yourself in the process. Was it reckless? Yeah. Did you care? No. Not at all. At least the deer was safe. You saw the corners of your vision blurring as you best friend ran over and dropped to her knees beside you, not seeming to care about your blood staining her jeans as she held onto your hand.

"C'mon...stay with me. It's gonna be okay. Focus on your breathing. I won't let anything happen to you."