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I remember reading one day an article about dying. I was never depressed, I just thought learning something new, even a fun fact or in this case a sad fact, was interesting.

"Mother did you know that when you die, your digestive enzymes from your last meal start eating you?" I asked my mother from the kitchen table, scrolling through the article. She kept quiet, but the house was filled with her working in the kitchen. "I believe that't the worst revenge someone could get on you."

"Shit," I murmured. "Did ya know that about 153,000 people die on your birthday. Like here we are celebrating another year of being here and to someone, it's their last year being here."

"Are you okay?" My mom's head poked out of the kitchen.

I pursed my lips. "Oh! And while dying, your sense of hearing is the last to go. What about deaf people though?"

I scrolled further into the article and the last fact said, "When dying, your brain has seven last minutes of activity. Which is all your memories being played in a dream sequence." I read out loud and my mom served me a plate of steak, white rice, and vegetables on the side. She pushed her palm on my laptop's top, causing it to close.

So while I was watching the car race towards me, my feet planted to the ground like glue on a piece of construction paper, I wondered: What were my last seven minutes going to be like? 

Where they going to be with my baba? My first birthday? My first boyfriend and break-up?

One of the facts I read was "The body is born with over 300 bones and it dies with 206."

I thought that was crazy, I mean "Attaboy! Ya get to die with all your bones!" so when someone tackled me to the ground and I heard a crack, praying it was a twig, I cried in pain.

Tears squirmed out of my shut-tight eyes. 

"Hey," A male voice whisper. His hot breath tickled my neck. I could feel his face near mine.

"Open your eyes. Are you okay?"

No. I am not okay. I am pretty sure you broke my radius into pieces. Oh, my bad, I am pretty sure you do not know what the radius is, considering you tackled me to the ground, your unintelligent brain is probably thinking about radius, a straight line from the center to the circumference of a circle. But no. I mean radius. The bone. One of the two largest bones in the-

And then he started shaking my shoulders, which made me groan and moan in pain.

"Stop!" I shouted and forced my eyes to open. A male face, his lips centimeters away from my lips, noses almost touching, golden strands of curls covering his hazel eyes.

And a broken bone.

"Hey! You're ok-"

"Get off!" I hissed at him and at the pain of my arm. 

"You almost got ran o-"

"Who do you think you are? The quarterback in a football team?" I noticed there was a small group of people and an ambulance on it's way here.

The mysterious NFL player narrowed his eyes. "I was trying to save you from getting run over," He stood up and was around six feet at the most. The "gentleman" brushed off the dirt on his pale blue shirt and maintained eye contact. "The most would be a thank you and I am the quarterback in my college team. How ya know?" 

The paramedics came and lifted me up on the stretcher and the last thing I saw before passing out was the guy with the golden hair getting inside the car.