I woke up in a gnarly bramble. It took several moments to recall what happened to put me in this bush.
When I was last conscious I was riding my mountain bike down a steep path. Then I remembered the instant that caused the problem; rabbit, swerve, tree, swerve again, cliff, blue sky, darkness.
My heard hurt bad. I finally got the courage to sit up. My ribs informed me that the pain in my heard was child’s play compared to how much they hurt. Screaming seemed like an appropriate response. Several strangers came running. They gave me good drugs.
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