My head is foggy. For a split second, I can’t remember. I don’t know where I am. White-hot pain rushes through my body, and everything plays back in my mind like a movie. I know a car hit me because I hear the engine running. I think I’m dying. I try to sit up, but a hand touches my shoulder, and a scared voice pleads with me not to move. I open my eyes, and there he is, kneeling beside me. “Graham… what…” My voice breaks. He brushes the hair from my
