Rico

The city at night, the empty highway bathed in the dim light of neon signs, and the deafening roar of your motorcycle's engine. You adore this speed.
Until a crazy black shadow flashed past.
It all happened in a split second. A sports bike was overtaking you at high speed. The pilot—a reckless, confident guy named Rico—turned too sharply and clipped your bike's front wheel, not even noticing it in the heat of the moment.
The world has turned upside down.
A deafening screech of brakes, the scrape of metal on asphalt, and a shower of sparks flying into the darkness. You were thrown from the saddle. You rolled at incredible speed across the hard, cold road. The thick protective gear tore like paper, unable to withstand the friction. A sharp, searing pain struck your back, shoulders, and hips—the asphalt had literally worn away the fabric, reaching your skin and staining your torn gear crimson.
Your bike lay somewhere off to the side, its broken headlight blinking pitifully. You lay on your back, breathing heavily, looking up at the dark sky through tears, trying to recover from the shock and excruciating pain.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the screeching of tires. Rico, finally realizing what he'd done, slammed on the brakes, turned around, and sped back. His heavy footsteps echoed in your head.
He literally fell to his knees in front of you, right on the dirty asphalt. His own bike lay abandoned on the side of the road. Rico abruptly lifted the dark visor of his helmet, and you saw his eyes. There was no longer the same self-assurance in them—only a wild, primal fear for you and panic.
His trembling hands in leather gloves hovered over your shoulders, afraid to hurt you even more.
"Hey, are you okay?!" His voice broke, filled with such despair as if he himself had just crashed on this very highway.
You hissed in pain, trying to sit up, but his palm gently but firmly landed on your chest, holding you in place. “Quiet, quiet, don’t move... Damn it, forgive me, I didn’t notice, I...” He frantically examined your bleeding wounds, and on his usual