Ashley knew better than lying there on her back, waiting for his next action. He was not a cruel young man, but he was never a patient one either.
Typical him must have thought it was not a serious hit, and should get her ass back in the van on time.
Another car lay upside down across the road with thick smoke emanating from its ruptured engine. Nobody was in the car or so she thought.
With her elbow on the smooth tarred road, she lifted her weight slowly from the ground, not without suppressed groans escaping her mouth.
She glanced back at him as she did so, but he never left the steering.
Ashley kept falling back after many attempts, and it was then she noticed that she must have broken not a bone, but two or maybe three in her left leg.
She instinctively laid back on the ground letting the warmth of the sunset shine on her amber skin, swallowing the last trickle of saliva in her mouth.
Giving up was the best option for her now.
She kept stealing glances at his figure in the steering and wished he would just come down the van and help her up.
She thought she should ask him for help, because she knew that despite his loving nature, he rarely ever helped anyone if they didn't ask for it in a way.
Ashley groaned as she stretched the injured leg on the ground. Her throat was still dry. Horns still blared.
A white man in a blue Volkswagen behind Nicolas' van cussed at him and told him to move it or he'd run him over.
She was overly familiar with this alley and knew that it was not a busy one, still she hoped someone noticed her and came to help.
It dawned on her that her boyfriend must have been in the accident too as his posture remained the same at the steering despite the man's threats.
With that, Ashley attempted standing up again, while yelling his name.
She succeeded this time and jumped up the van with her leftover strength
"Nicolas! Please wake up! Nicolas" she called, tapping his shoulder, and wetting his blood-soaked body with her own tears.
The man behind them must have realized what happened, because he came running up towards their van, pulling the victim's stuck body out aggressively.
With his other hand, he dialled 911 and waited, pacing up and down the road
Ashley heaved a sigh of relief. The pain in her leg was excruciating, and she felt like she would pass out from losing so much blood.
The ambulance soon arrived and two men, alongside that man who called 911 pulled the young victim out of the van without much ado, and also pulled out a middle-aged woman from the other car on the road, which had somersaulted, and so she expected that she would be next but no one paid any attention to her.
"Please help me too, I'm losing blood" she cried but the man jumped in the ambulance and it zoomed off the road towards BetaDay Hospital.
That was when she realized that the man in the van had not been Nicolas and that this van was not his.
Ashley cussed under her breath, wondering why no one thought to rush her to the hospital too.
She tried to scream but she was extremely dehydrated.
Once again, the alley was quiet with no passers-by. No sound could be heard except the distant screeching of vehicles and the plat-plat drip of Ashley's blood on the road.
No one was coming to save her.