Sheryl frowned in confusion hearing his words. "Let me take you to a hospital. There might be an internal injury as well." Sheryl looked at the man's head.
"No! I... I am ...fine... Thank you for... for saving my life." The man spoke in a muffed voice as his face was directly on top of her thighs. He had no strength to even move away his face.
"Ok then, tell me your address, I will call a cab and send you to your home at least. Your family can take care of you atleast." Sheryl spoke in a worried tone.
The man did not reply but rather picked up his head and tilted it a bit, looking back at his badly smashed and titled car. "How did the car skid so badly? I .. I was so slow! It is impossible.. untill... ..somebody....wanted it... and then the gas release!" He suddenly frowned and his hand went straight on his forehead, which had a deep cut on it.
