So far, so good.

I was limping a little—okay, a lot—after my heroic cat rescue, but hey, I was alive. Mission accomplished, right? Except, of course, my brain wouldn't stop reminding me of how dumb that decision was.

Brain: You seriously jumped in front of a car for a cat. Let that sink in.

We don't need to talk about it.

I huffed and glanced back down the street where the cat had just vanished like a shadow. Not even a thank you. That's gratitude for you. I probably should've learned my lesson by now. Don't chase after stray cats in the middle of the road. Seems simple enough, right?

But no, the universe wasn't done with me yet.

I was about to cross the street when I heard it. The unmistakable wail of sirens coming from behind me. At first, I didn't think much of it—just another car chase in the city. Nothing out of the ordinary, especially around here. But then something about it felt... off. Like the sound was getting closer. Too close.

Wait, is it...?

I barely had time to spin around before I saw it. A black car, windows tinted, roaring down the street like a bat out of hell. The driver wasn't just speeding—they were flying. We're talking full-blown police escape mode. And where was it headed?

Me: "Oh, come on."

Straight at me. 

Again.

My brain: You're kidding, right?

Me: "Nope. Definitely not kidding."

This is the part where most people would probably jump out of the way. Normal people. But me? Oh no, I was frozen. I mean, I had just narrowly avoided one car not five minutes ago! What were the chances I'd have to deal with two in one day?

Turns out? Pretty high.

Me: "I cannot believe this is happening."

The car was bearing down on me, tires screeching as it swerved to dodge the traffic. People were yelling, scattering, but for some reason, my legs were stuck. Frozen to the spot like I was glued to the pavement. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. This was not part of the plan. Not even close.

Move. Move. Move!

But nope. 

My body? 

Useless. 

All I could do was stare at the oncoming car, every instinct in my body screaming run while my brain was busy replaying my entire life in front of my eyes.

Me: "I'm actually going to get run over."

And just like that, I felt the impact. Time seemed to slow down as the front of the car slammed into me, sending me flying backward like a ragdoll. One second, I was standing. The next? I was airborne.

Okay, that hurts.

The world spun in a dizzying blur of colors and noise as I crashed back onto the pavement. The pain hit me like a freight train, knocking the air from my lungs. My body felt like it had been smashed into a thousand pieces, each one screaming in protest.

Okay, that really hurts.

I could hear the sound of the car skidding to a stop behind me, the sirens wailing even louder now. The police must have been right on their tail, but that was the least of my concerns. Because right now? I could barely breathe, let alone think straight.

Did I just... get hit by a car?

Yes, yes I did. Of all the ways I thought today would go, this was not on the list.

The pain was a dull throb at first, but then it started to spread, radiating out from my chest to every part of my body. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges as I tried to focus. Tried to stay conscious.

Me: "This... is not... my day..."

The sounds around me started to fade, distant now, like they were coming from the end of a long tunnel. I could still hear the sirens, the shouts of people, but it all felt so far away. Too far.

Stay awake, stay awake...

But it was no use. The darkness was closing in, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My eyelids felt heavy, my thoughts slipping away like sand through my fingers.

This is fine. Totally fine...

And then—nothing.