They say that life flashes before your eyes when the end is near; well, I say that is bullshit. The only thing I saw flashing in front of me was the lights of the car that nearly hit me.
It was close, but the car was not the reason I fell; this damn prosthetic leg slipped and gave away under me. But that is not what Isabella saw; she saw the car heading straight for me and coming to a dead still.
Now I am lying on the pavement with a head that is pounding like a bïtch. I swear if it were even possible, my goddamn leg would be broken.
The pain shooting from my leg is so intense that I find myself grinding on my teeth. My eyes are still closed as I wait for the world to stop spinning.
Then I hear her voice, the voice of an angel. She has lifted my head and placed it on her lap. She is si
