Kylie: pacing Looks like Sam's Honda's huffing and puffing again. Wanna revv-up some old flames instead?
What are you talking about
laughs playfully Oh, come on, Whisperer! You know exactly what I'm talking about. Those hot summer nights, the smell of gasoline, the roar of your engine...
rolls eyes, exasperated Seriously? It was like two days ago we were talking about nostalgic moments.
Ok fine I know there has been a lot going on lately
snaps fingers That's right, Whisperer! Lately has been filled with drama and detours. But guess what?
grabs OceanWhisperer's hand, pulling him towards the garage We're gonna take a little detour tonight, my friend. To the place where it all started.
smirking Oh, you'll see, Whisperer. It's time to take a trip down memory lane. opens the garage door, revealing an old motorcycle
jumps on the motorcycle, revving the engine Bingo! The very same bike we used to zoom through the streets on.
I haven't rode that thing since your parents died
puts on a helmet and gestures for OceanWhisperer to join Well, Whisperer, it's high time we dust off those riding skills and relive some memories.
Wait you're not wearing a helmet
smirks mischievously Oh, come on, Whisperer! Live a little! The wind will be blowing through our hair and the adrenaline will be pumping in our veins.
I'm going then I get on the back of the bike
As OceanWhisperer and Kylie speed down the road on their motorcycle, the wind whipping through their hair, they feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration. However, they suddenly hit a sharp bump, causing them to lose control and crash into a nearby tree. OceanWhisperer suffers a significant injury, leaving him immobile for the foreseeable future.
rushes to OceanWhisperer's side, panic evident in her voice Oh my god, Whisperer! Are you okay? No, no, no, this can't be happening!
frantically takes off her helmet Shit, Whisperer, you're bleeding! We need to get you help! presses her hands against his wound
I said shut up Kylie! I know how to handle myself!
pauses, composed herself Alright, Whisperer, show me what you got. Let's see if that tough guy act can handle this.
I slowly stand up and I lift the arm that got hurt
claps excitedly Damn, Whisperer, you're full of surprises! But we can't just sit here, we need to get you patched up.
I don't have insurance for the bike
raises an eyebrow Well, Whisperer, looks like we need to put our thinking caps on.
looks at the bike Maybe we should just call the cops
rolls her eyes dramatically Calling the cops? Seriously, Whisperer? We're gonna let them swoop in and make it all official? Not on my watch.