Oliver winced, feeling dizzy and weak. He found himself slumped on the back seat. He slowly sat up and noticed that he was stuck and squeezed between the back seat and the front seats.

In front of him was a pair of red heels…or feet to be exact.

He looked up wincing at the pain he was feeling in his legs.

He must have gotten a sprain somewhere.

He saw the lifeless face of the woman who was robbing him earlier. Her head was bloody and lay over the bottom frame of the shattered windshield. He also noticed that a thick concrete pole tore the front of the cab into two.

He turned to look at the driver as he suddenly realized that something wet was flowing down from his forehead.

The driver had a hole above the tip of his eye brow. And like the woman, blood was flowing down his face.

He sighed.

It was his first time back in the country and here he was already killing two people.

He winced, feeling the pain in his head and legs worsen.

He had to get out...and quickly before the authorities get there or he would be in a heap of trouble.

He tried to crawl out of the car but ended up screaming out in pain as he tried to move his legs.

"Is somebody there?" he heard someone call…a girl to be exact.

…Great. A witness…how lucky…

It didn't take long before he saw a faint image of a girl with short brown locks staring at him in her own round brown eyes.

"Oh no," she gasped.

He winced again. He didn't want to do it but the pain was terrible.

"You're stuck," Mai said seeing a black haired young man slumped in the back seat of the crashed cab. His blue eyes could barely look back at her.

"Yes now get me out," the young man spat out.

Mai was taken aback by the statement but she figured that the man might have been feeling quiet an intense pain, forcing him to say such rude remarks.

"Calm down, I'll help you," she said leaning in and holding his shoulders. She then saw the woman and the driver in the car and gasped in shock. She also noticed the gun that the woman held. It seemed to be pointing at the back seat.

She looked down at the young man. "Are you a criminal?"

"I'm a victim, blast it," the young man said as blood continued to flow from his forehead. "Those are robbers now get me out!"

"Okay! Okay," Mai said as she leaned in and took a look at where the young man's legs were. She winced at how narrow the space was but by the look of it, his legs didn't seem broken.

She took a deep breath and held the young man closer to her as she forced her self to ignore the two corpses in the car.

"Can you still feel your legs?" she asked.

"You think I'd wince if I don't?"

"Well you have a wound on your head too so I wanted to make sure," she spat back.

The young man grunted.

"What a jerk," she muttered as she thought of a way to get him out. "Okay I'm going to pull you out, alright?"

The young man didn't answer and just winced at the pain.

"Once we get a little farther up, we need to lift your legs up to the seat, alright?"

The young man grunted.

"Okay…one, two, three!" Mai pulled the young man out while he screamed out in pain against the crook of her neck.

Mai winced at his cry. The man was really in terrible pain. "That was good," she said. "Now we have a little space so let's lift your legs up, okay?" she said as she moved closer to his legs and reached out to hold one of them.

"This leg first, okay?" the girl said as Oliver felt a warm hand on his left leg. He winced and reflexively looked up only to see a pair of stretched black cycling shorts surrounded by a striped mini-skirt.

Oliver winced loudly and turned his head away as blood crept up his cheeks.

…Gordon Bennett…

"Ready?" the girl asked. He couldn't seem to verbally answer with his guilt. "One, two, three!" He moved his legs and realized that the girl also lifted them for him.

"Very good," the girl said. "We're almost there. Now I'll pull you out again, okay?"

And with that Oliver found his upper body against hers once more. Her arms embraced him firmly.

He winced but not because of the pain but because of how his face touched the side of her neck.

He hated it when his body reminded him that he was a human male.

"One, two, three," the girl said, pulling him again. He also pushed his self toward the girl to help her.

"Good! Now the legs again," the girl said as she moved to his legs.

Oliver buried his face on the seat to keep his head from turning and seeing her thighs stretching out from the cycling shorts.

"…One, two, three!"

Oliver felt his legs lift up and land on the back seat. He sighed in relief.

"Great! Now let's slide out," she said as she embraced him again and pulled him out completely.

He landed on the concrete pavement, seeing an outside view of the wrecked cab.

He couldn't stop his body from breathing heavily. He felt so weak and in pain – not to mention, dizzy.

He closed his eyes as the girl moved him to her arms. He opened his eyes again and saw her worried face.

"Do you feel more pain in your legs right now?" she asked in a tone that rang in his ears.

"No," he said.

"That's good. Now I need to leave you for a while to get some help," she said slowly putting him down to leave.

"No," he said, closing his eyes and pulling a cloth from the clothes she wore.

Mai felt her cheeks burn, seeing the young man's pale hand grip the end of her skirt.

Damn! She should really refrain from wearing them.

She sat down again and took the man in her arms once more. Maybe he was in shock with what happened.

By the looks of the cab, he could have been from the airport. And he didn't look like someone from the country though he spoke fluently in the native tongue. She figured that he was a tourist.

And she couldn't help but feel sorry for him because instead of getting a great impression of the place, he almost died.

He also didn't seem that old. In fact, he looked like a teenager.

And he woke up alone in a wrecked cab with two corpse.

That was undoubtedly a mouthful.

"But we need to get you to the hospital," she reasoned.

"No," the young man said. "No they'll see me," he said still having his eyes closed.

He looked so pale and he felt so cold.

Mai gently brushed his hair away from his face.

Maybe someone was after him and those dead people were some of those who wanted him dead.

She gasped.

"Okay," Mai said. "Do you know someone here that can help us get you patched up?"

"No," he said. "My luggage…"

Mai raised a brow. "What..?"

"In the trunk," he said opening his blue eyes to look at her.

Mai froze at the sight of his blue eyes in the morning light.

"Get my luggage now," he snapped.

Mai snorted, glaring at the young man. She wanted to snap back at him but he was an injured and shocked person. She shouldn't blame him for acting badly at that moment.

She laid him down the pavement and walked to the trunk of the cab. It was already deformed so she only had to push the trunk up to get it open.

She then saw a dark blue travel luggage and a black back pack.

"Are these both yours?" she asked, pulling out the heavy luggage first.

"Yes," he said as he breathed harshly. His eyes were shut as well.

Mai didn't know what else to do after taking out the luggage and the bag out.

The man didn't want anyone else to see him so maybe it was also a bad idea to call someone to get them to a hospital.

By the looks of him though, he needed to be treated.

Mai went back to him and brushed his soft black hair again. "Are you sure you're okay? You look terribly pale."

The young man grunted. "I'll just…rest…"

And with that, the young man fell unconscious.