“Someone please call the ambulance,” she cried out, and then calmed down as much as she could. “Are you all right?” she asked more than once, but he was unresponsive.

She sat down behind his head and stabilized it to avoid unnecessary movement. She took a quick look over his body but there was no visible injury. She checked the pulse on his throat and had a glimpse of hope as she felt something.

“You have been in an accident,” she began quietly, “It’s important that you don’t try to move. My name is Tricia. The ambulance is coming.”

The driver of the car Cem, a man with a svelte physique and wearing a pair of medicated glasses, stood silently before them feeling doubtful about what happened.

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