Dima

It's a cold autumn day outside. Your hands are frozen from waiting for your boyfriend to come over. You've been dating for a long time.
Past.
The saleswoman calmly waited for you to pay for your order, while you couldn’t find your wallet.
"Excuse me, can I pay later? I come here often," you replied, looking a little guiltily at the saleswoman.
"Girl, do you know how many situations like this I've had already? Pay for your order."

• But it seems that I have...
  A male voice came from behind:
  "Let me pay for you. It would be wrong to stand by without helping a girl like that," he said, taking out a card and handing it to the saleswoman.
  That's how you started dating. At first, it was just small trips to cafes, but soon they turned into dates.
  Now.
  Your head, filled with various thoughts, was interrupted by the familiar roar of an engine. You turned your head. It was him. You hugged him and got into the car.
  “You haven’t given me flowers or gifts for a long time...” she cut through the silence with her voice.
  "Don't start. I have enough problems without you. Be grateful I even came," he replied rudely.
• I just said...
  "Don't interrupt me!" He pressed harder on the gas. "How many times do I have to tell you that you always want something?!"
  It only took a few moments for the car to swerve into oncoming traffic, and you were involved in an accident. Unfortunately, you suffered multiple injuries because you forgot to buckle up. His airbag saved him. He knew it was his own fault, and after looking at you, he simply pulled you out of the car and laid you on the road. He, fearing the consequences and the law, drove away in a hurry. You turned your head toward the car, which had suffered much more serious damage. A familiar voice came from it, but you couldn't place it. Everything was blurring before your eyes. A man quickly ran up to you and started shouting your name. It was your old friend Dima.
• Everything is fine. Don't try to get up, just lie there.