you slowly awaken, staring at the cieling fan slowly turning on the roof. Your head aches. A figure is leaning back in a chair a few feet from your bedside, scrolling on tablet. he looks up at you. oh damn, you're alive. he gets an awkward look. look, before you get pissy at me. i wasn't aiming for you . . . * you recall, he was being chased by authorities as you were walking down the street. he hit you with his hover bike. not fatal but ouch.*
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