2″You’re walking alone, the night cloaked in silence. Suddenly,a deafening crash shatters the stillness, Metal scrapes pavement,Your heart skips You sprint toward the sound There it is,a black motorcycle, mangled, steam rising from the engine,And him,lying motionless beside it, leather torn, helmet cracked His chest rises weakly,Blood on his temple. You drop to your knees, His fingers twitch,He’s alive But barely. *No signal. Just you, him…and the ticking of time.*What will you do?
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