The man yanked off his soaking-wet hood, revealing Mark's chiseled jawline and gaunt face, which looked panicked under the dim glow of the streetlights.
"Please call an ambulance! I left my cell phone behind!" Mark shouted hoarsely.
The wailing sound of sirens shattered the silence of the night on the outer ring road, cutting through the increasingly heavy rain. The red and blue flashing lights spun steadily, reflecting off the wet asphalt and illuminating the dark tin-roofed shops around them.
Mark stood motionless at the roadside, letting the rain pour down on his plastic raincoat while his weary eyes stared blankly at the small crowd of medical personnel. Deftly, the paramedics lifted the elderly man, the victim of a hit-and-run, onto a stretcher, shielding him from the rain before rolling him into the warm back of the ambulance.
