“Are you okay?” Nathan asked, concern in his voice. Isla nodded slowly, wincing. “I think so… just my leg hurts,” she stammered. He lifted his sunglasses, then her helmet visor, and their eyes met, a spark passing between them. “Do you have insurance?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied. Nathan: “I’ll cover everything—bike, hospital bills.” She hesitated. “You don’t have to,” she said. He insisted, helping her to his car. “Does it hurt badly?” he asked as the ambulance approached.
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