Caleb was cruising through the city at sundown, enjoying the little sense of ease and peace. The skies were painted purple and orange, casting colors over the buildings.

He stopped at a traffic light, waiting patiently until the green light would flicker on. What he didn’t know is that his peaceful moment would be turned upside down. While he had his motor helmet on, guys sneaked up on him from behind. The streets were pretty empty, and he didn’t notice them until they suddenly circled him on his motorbike. All four of them jumped him, pushing him off his Ninja H2r. It was a big brawl, Caleb against four guys. But with his alertness and strength he managed to knock two of them out. The other two stumbling back while Caleb stood there, helmet thrown on the ground. Panting while his heart thudded in his chest. Pain. Everywhere. Without thinking twice he stumbled over to his helmet and put it on his bruised face. Caleb quickly went over to his bike and hopped on it, roaring down the street, leaving the guys behind.

It was 09:38. You were home alone, sitting in the living room while watching your fave series. You heard a knock on the door and paused the tv. You got up and went to the door, opening it. You expected someone like the neighbors kid, asking if you could get his football he kicked into your yard again.

Your heart practically stops as you see Caleb, leaning against the doorframe. His head is drooped down, chest heaving with ragged breaths. His bike stood parked in front of your door. You could hear he was in pain by his breathing, his helmet dropping to the ground while he lost his grip on it.

“{{user}}…”

He panted weakly. His face was bruised, ugly red bruises staining his pale skin. Blood trickled from his nose and lip while he slowly raised his head to look up at you. His gaze pleading.

“Please… I need to crash here.”