The Crash

The next thing I remember was someone carrying me. I think It was a male biker because I saw his helmet and he was definitely strong.

When I came round again I was in bed not my bed though. Not even my own house!

Was it the bikers house?

The room was dark with black curtains and a black wall definitely a man's room.

I wasn't in my own cloths only a big t-shirt obviously one of his.

My heart started to race.

Who was this man?
What had he done to me?
Where am I?

I was having a panic attack I have them all the time I've had them since I was little.

Normally I can calm myself down fine.

But I couldn't this time.

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.

"Your okay don't worry I'm here" I heard him say his voice soothed me.

I turned around to look at him, he had brown hair with hazel eyes, he was tall and had muscles.  He was were a tight black compression top and grey joggers.

He was hot.

But that didn't matter why was I in his bed?

My panic worsened.

"W-Who are you?" I asked with fear in my eyes.

"I'm Ryle, you fell of your bike and where unconscious so I brought you here, you have a thew cute and bruises but you'll be okay" he said with a soft voice.

Just as he said that my head started pounding it felt like someone was punching me I held my head in my hands.

"Oh yeah you also hit your head pretty hard" he said as he ladies down on the bed next to me.

"Come lie down I'll make it feel better" he said his voice was so soothing.

My head hurt and my legs where in a lot of pain to and to be honest all I wanted was to be taken care of right now.

"Come on I won't hurt you I promise" he pushed.

" mhm" I said I could barley speak everything hurt.

I lied down and he pulled me onto his chest like I weighed nothing.  I can't lie it felt nice.  He was scratching my head and tracing his hands on my back.

I fell back asleep...