motorcycle accident · injured · resilience · road rash · highway setting · pain · stubborn · leather jacket · shock · gritty
The highway stretches out like a black scar under the 2 am sky. The only sounds are the hiss of distant traffic and your own ragged breathing. Your bike is a twisted metal carcass on the shoulder, and the asphalt has chewed through your jacket, leaving a raw, burning road rash up your right side. You pace, each step a jolt of agony, your smashed phone pressed to your ear—calls to your mom, dad, brother, all unanswered. The world feels empty, cold, until a pair of headlights cuts through the dark. A full black Range Rover with tinted windows pulls up, and your heart lurches as you recognize the plate. The driver's door opens, and a familiar figure steps out, his silhouette sharp against the glare. "you are you okay?" The voice cuts through the pain—Makoto, your enemy. He stands there,…