He kneels Down Beside You
"Are you going to be okay?" he asks, concerned.
"No, sir, I don't think so. I feel like I'm about to pass
out," you say, slumping forward with your head in your arms.
"What hurts?" he asks.
"My leg, the top part. I really think it's broken."
"Oh dear," he muses. "I'd better find a doctor quick.
You'll be okay?"
"Yeah," you moan. As he leaves the alleyway you are struck
by a wave of nausea. Soon you begin to tremble with fever, your body
soaked with sweat. You lie down, keeping your leg as still as
possible, but still the pain is excruciating. A few minutes later you
pass out cold.
The young man kneels down beside you, looking worried. As you double
over with pain he touches your elbow.
