"'S hurts..." I slurred
"What hurts?"
"...hurts."
I certainly wish I could have been more coherent, but I fell kinda hard
A stranger ran his hands over me, pressed something up against my leg before he called the hospital
It was starting to drizzle
I heard it turn into a thunderstorm against the ambulance
He left our bikes and carried my body off the towpath
I'm not completely convinced I was still alive at the time
He had his shirt tied around my leg- they cut it off on the way, replaced it with something not soaked in sweat
People were asking me questions and I think I was answering but I'm not quite sure
I woke up in a hospital room, the stranger sat beside me
He put his head in his hands, breathing, "Oh thank God,"
He almost had to watch me die, a mistake in manufacturing bike chains
And a steep cliff
His clothes were covered in my blood but he wasn't
They cleaned him up and gave him a new shirt
"Thank you," I whispered. I wanted to say more
But I think I was still digging my way out of my deep grave on that bike path
I was discharged, took a taxi home, and never saw him again