Chapter 72

Raymond Drayton had a white bandage all over his head. He seemed clothed in the hospital uniform of a patient while his friend sat beside his bed. His gaze swiveled over the direction of the window before coughing hard.

His best friend Erick was the sole definition of a handsome and nearly perfect individual. He was kind, nice, good looking. He had Viking_gold curly hairs, broad shoulders, a hawkish nose, and defined cheekbones.

"Ray, how many times have I told you? You should honestly give up on your motorcycle racing. Look at you, you are not listening anymore! You almost died this time," Eric uttered with a pitiful expression.

"Common buddy, I'm sure that you know how great it feels for me when I ride my motorcycle. Eric, I feel different whenever I ride that motorcycle! You know, the speed of it and the continuous strong air gushing on my face is amazing." Ray had said to his friend.

"You know that is the only time I feel alive." Ray finally said.