Imagine: Saving Conor Maynard

Imagine

You walk down the street, tired of a long workday. Three meetings and a lot of paperwork, you are exhausted.

Looking around you are enjoying the view. It's sunset and the streets are filled with beautiful colors. You really seem to enjoy this time of the day, because it feels like the only time there are colors in your boring, grey life.

You look around to see what kind of people are around (you like to observe people in a non creepy way) and your eyes linger on a young man of your age. He is on the phone and drags a lot of bags in his arms.

You can only see his back, but you can hear him yelling from over here. Heated conversation it seems.

Suddenly a cab starts to swing wildly. The chauffeur unable to control it anymore. It just rushes forward at full speed towards... The guy. He doesn't seem to notice though. He is just talking through his phone while an out of control cab is crashing towards him.

You react in an impulse, throw your bag away and run towards him. At that moment he turns around and drops his phone. His eyes wide, his mouth slightly opened in surprise.

Just seconds before the cab can hit him, you push him out of the way, taking his place.

The cab crashes into you with gigantic impact and you fly a couple of meters through the air, until you smash into a tree and  branches cut your entire body open. You fall on the ground as you hear people scream and your head hits the pavement, hard. Your head feels numb, your leg probably broken and breathing is hard.

Someone runs over to you, a guy, the guy.

"Oh god, oh my god! Miss can you hear me? I... I.... Oh god, please somebody call an ambulance!"

He drops next to you and the last thing you see before you fall back in deep, deep darkness is a pair of beautiful blue eyes...

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You regain consciousness, but can't open your eyes yet. The smells of disinfection spray and blood fills your nose. Hospital?  What happened?

Footsteps get your attention and you hear two male voices having a conversation.

"How... How is she doing?"

"She is doing fine, the coma can last a long time though. She hit her head pretty hard and broke a few ribs and her leg. You are really lucky she pushed you out of the way. You did not know what was coming, you might have died..."

A sigh

"I know. She saved my life. For no reason though, I don't even know her."

"I'm sorry. We will do everything possible for her Mr. Maynard."

'Maynard? Where do I know that name from?' You think just before you sink back in darkness.
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"You are laying here because of me..."

You hear as you regain consciousness again. You are still not capable of opening your eyes or moving your body, but you can hear the same voice as earlier. The young one. The guy. What was his name again?

"I... I just want to thank you Y/N. You saved my life for no reason. I owe you my life." A sigh again. But a sad one this time.

"I was on my phone, then a cab almost hits me and moments after you push me to safety, risking your own life... For a stranger..."

He continues whispering "Please don't die. I would never be able to forgive myself, if I had just been more attentive, you... you wouldn't be here... I'm so, so sorry..."