Nathaniel's fingers shook as he unfastened his seatbelt and pushed the door open. He stepped out of the car cautiously, his pulse hammering against his ribs.
A wave of relief washed over him when a faint groan reached his ears. At least the man was still breathing. Without wasting a second, he rushed toward him.
The bicycle lay mangled nearby, its wheel still spinning weakly, clicking against the bent frame. The man shifted, struggling to lift himself.
"I am so sorry," Nathaniel blurted as he bent down. His trembling hand caught the man's arm. "I-I take full responsibility. Please, let me take you to the hospital."
His chest tightened with guilt, his mind racing through the horror of what could have happened.
Then the man raised his head.
The pale glow of the streetlight revealed a face Nathaniel knew all too well. His breathing caught halfway.
"You…"
"Aren't you going to take me to the hospital?" the middle-aged man cut him sharply.
