I braked in time, but Vincent came speeding at me full throttle.
What a lunatic.
After a deafening crash, I felt a searing pain. The crowd gasped and screamed around me.
My vision blurred with blood, but I fought to open my eyes, searching for her.
Finally, I saw her by the side—Kate, holding Vincent's hand, her face etched with worry.
At that moment, I remembered her sitting by my bedside when I was sick, holding my hand and saying, "If we hold on tightly, I can share my health with you, and you'll get better sooner."
That was the young Kate, the one who loved me.
But where did she go?
No matter how hard I tried to find her now, she seemed to have vanished.
I thought, "Heaven, if you can hear me, please bring her back."
I lay in the hospital bed, awaiting the doctor's final verdict.
"Mr. Moore, the fracture in your leg has damaged the nerves. You might never be able to stand again."
As I realized I couldn't control my legs, a creeping fear began to set in.
But I'd been raised with the belief that men should never shed tears easily, so I urged myself to stay strong.
Yet, when the doctor delivered the final blow, my mind went blank.
I still wanted to stand up.