I jumped. I leapt. Whatever you want to call it, I did it. I heard a crash, and I fell helplessly.
>Some time later<
I opened my bleary eyes. I hurt all over. I all of the sudden saw red. My eyes stung. I sqeezed them shut. I heard bustling of feet and whispering. I heard shouting and honking. I tried to sit up, but couldn’t. I tried talking. It wasn’t working. Something was wrong. I tried moving my right hand. Nothing. I tried moving my left. My pinky finger twitched. I felt someone ouch my arm. In a sad attempt to turn my head, it lolled pathetically to one side. I opened my eyes again. lying next to me was a stop sign, crusshed and mangled and…bloody. I looked past the sign and saw men coming towards me with a stretcher.
“Crash…black Cadillac…motorcycle…brain injury…hitman…blood…arm…hit and run…helmet…unconscious” were all the words I could catch. The men put me on the stretcher and into the ambulance. This was going to be a long ride to my sanctuary.