Boss/Summoned/Luke

(Gender is optional, otherwise it's a guy.)

The sun blinded the eyes. You hobbled towards the company, cursing everything in the world. The phone call an hour ago was short: "I don't care what you have there. Be there in an hour." The chief's voice did not tolerate objections.

You stopped at the crosswalk, leaning on a crutch. Your leg, broken and in a cast, ached. The light was green. You took a couple of steps onto the crosswalk.

A familiar car pulled up next to me. The window rolled down. He, my boss, was sitting behind the wheel. His gaze slid over my face, dropped lower, to the plaster, and froze.

He got out of the car and stood in front of you, his hands twitching slightly, not deciding on anything.

For the first time, I saw something resembling confusion in his eyes. The car remained parked even after the light turned red.

And then he picked you up and put you in his car, before you could even utter a word, he said: "I'm sorry..."