RAIN: Part 2:JAY

Even the slightest movement of my fingers sent up jolts of agonizing pain. I must have broken a great deal of bones during the fall. If it wasn't for the blasted rain my bike wouldn't have skidded the way it did before throwing me off. I suppose its a blessing that the police were on their patrol when I had my 'little' accident. The impact of the throw was substantial enough to inflict a temporary paralyzing effect on my body. Suddenly, every sensation seemed to be a hundred times more detailed; like my senses were heightened due to the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Every image seemed brighter As I was lying on there motionless, I could feel warm slick blood seeping from my thighs or was it my back? The burning sensation of exposed flesh left me screaming in agony. What's worse, the rain. Every drop that fell on my fresh wounds accentuated the pain. It felt like a hundred if not a thousand needles piercing through my muscles. The officers who found me immediately called for an ambulance which arrived to whisk me away to the nearest hospital. Unfortunately, since my wounds weren't as severe as I'd thought it to be, after I was given necessary treatment I was escorted to the police station to give a report on what happened. Seriously?! What's so suspicious about a girl wanting to have a midnight stroll on her Ducati? I was more worried for my bike than my very own condition. Well no point struggling now. It seemed like a herculean task for me to get out the back of the patrol car on my own, so I just swallowed my pride and asked for some assistance. I was no stranger to this town nor this street. I always dropped by the diner across the station for a quick lunch. Betty the waitress was like a over doting aunt who gave me extra sides and free refills. For a woman in her late sixties she seem to be full of zeal and zest. It was almost dawn and my stomach was making a ruckus demanding food. I glanced over towards the diner to feed my eyes at least convincing myself that when this is all done with, I'll stuff myself with some chocolate milk shake and pancakes soaked in maple syrup. I saw a man with a beautiful black dog by his heel instead of the usual view of the old diner. Our eyes met. Adrenaline must have been still flowing through my veins for I noticed everything about him. Cold blue eyes. Unkempt coal black hair. Stubble on his chin. Wrinkled blue shirt with black slacks. If he was startled to see me, he didn't hide it well. For the first time since the accident I sincerely felt utter remorse.