The Man Clamp

    Adrenaline now running rampant between them, the two women found the strength to lift the man off of his bike. They slowly turned him over.  Raven gasped at the sight of his vulnerable face.  It reflected a familiar innocence and spellbinding handsomeness.  His features were wholesome and unblemished, not yet tarnished by life full of all of its disappointments.  His light-tan skin radiated a soothing warmth in the midst of darkness that night.  How could such a wonderful face lose his life tonight, she agonized.
    "Open you eyes, please!"  She begged.  "Can you hear me?"
    "I don't think he can hear you, Mom," interrupted Angela.
    Ignoring her daughter, Raven persisted in trying to revive him.  "Angela, I think he was reaching for something over there in the grass.  See if you can find it."
    Quickly, Angela felt around in the lush, wet grass until she brushed up against a small silver cell phone.  It's probably damaged from the crash, she thought.  Without thinking, she pocketed it and moved back to where Raven stood vigilantly over the young stranger.
    Once again, Raven crouched down in order to administer CPR.  The young man's leather jacket was now wrapped snugly around his torso, making all attempts to treat him impossible.  "If we could just get this jacket off of him..."  She protested.  "It seems to be caught up underneath him."  Raven painstakingly pulled and tried to lift the jacket off of him.  All at once, more blood seemed to gush from inside the jacket.
    "Ah!  Ah!"  The stranger screamed in agony.  His eyes wide open and filled with horror, he looked straight up into Raven's face, seeking some comfort.  Now a single beam of light from the headlight rested on Raven's face as she observed her own reflection in the dark pools of his eyes.  Somehow she was captivated by him.  Her eyes began to well up, fearing the extent of his injuries.  Angela stood frozen in a state of panic.  No one moved.  All that could be heard was the sprinkling of icy hail crystals as they hit the slick, cold-hearted pavement that night.
    Suddenly, the young stranger reached for Raven's hand.  "What hurts," she whimpered.  "Tell me.  I can help you."
    It now became apparent that the man was bleeding internally.  Unstoppable streams of crimson poured from his nose and mouth.  With only a minute left to live, the stranger exhaled his final request, "Please don't let me die," he said.  "I never got to see..."  Seconds later, his body started to convulse and contort into painful rhythms until there was nothing left of it, not even a tear in his eyes.   His once tensed up body now lay limp on the wet grass.  The young stranger had perished in such a horrific manner that it left Raven and  Angela clutching onto each other and unable to control their mournful sobbing.
    Angela reached for the cell phone that was still inside her pocket.  Both looked at the stranger's list of contacts until something staggering caught Raven's eye. 
    "What is it, Mom?"  As soon as Angela looked down at the cell's screen, her face turned to stone.  She could barely comprehend what she saw:  it said, "Raven Chambers."
    "Mom, what are you doing in his phone?"