When I was seventeen, I biked into a tree. It was late, and a drunk driver had their brights on. My vain attempt to avoid a collision left me blacked out on the sidewalk. I don't know how long I was out or even if they stopped to see me. When I came to, I was covered in blood. The pavement was stained with red. I got up and started walking the two blocks home, but I collapsed multiple times. Two-thirds of the way home, I crumbled on the grass and couldn't get myself up. My vision started clouding, and in the summer air, I felt frozen. Through the haze, a black SUV/(UFO) pulled up beside me, and three or four figures leaped out. They propped me against a tree, murmured between themselves, and left. They were ghost white and faceless. Aliens, angels, or animals?