[Walked in front of car? Waylon remembers the headlights, so bright, blinding and the blurred daze of pain before he passed out... he might have been a little distracted, but the parking lot was quiet, almost empty too, how would he have not noticed a car if he walked in front of it?]
No- I... my family I need...
[The cloth against his forehead feels nice, doesn't help with his confusion any. The way this man talks is strange too. Did he call him his 'pretty thing'?]
I need to call my wife, tell her what's happened. Please.
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No- I... my family I need...
[The cloth against his forehead feels nice, doesn't help with his confusion any. The way this man talks is strange too. Did he call him his 'pretty thing'?]
I need to call my wife, tell her what's happened. Please.