Dane'S POV
Engines roared, the sound of tyres squeaking against the granite as spectators cheered.
I sighed. Glancing down at my watch.
It's been almost twenty minutes since I left the hospital to find Tyson.
Unfortunately, he was in the middle of his extreme sports event and I had to wait.
What sort of sports happen by this time of the night? A death sport?
"Hey!" Tyson roared, a huge smile on his face as he took off his helmet, walking towards me. "Did you see that?"
"I did." My response was flat.
"How crazy was it?" He asked, chugging a bottle of water down his throat before settling on the empty seat in front of me.
"Crazy enough to risk your life despite being a medical professional."
Tyson rolled his eyes, setting the metallic bottle on the table.
"You should try living, I
