All James's mind registered was the pain in his body a groan of pain escaped him. Once the light was flashed into his eyes though on response he shut his eyes. "I....can hear you not so.....loud though." His chest hurt to ever get the words passed his lips he knew he had broken ribs at least.

He didn't know how bad he looked, all James really know was the pain in his body. His bike was probably trashed so was his laptop all he wanted was darkness to take him so that he didn't need to feel this pain anymore. 

He heard sirens probably cops, the car that hit him was long gone a hit and run. Probably another person on the streets could describe it for the police at the very least. Because he didn't get a good look all his body told him was brace for impact with the ground once he had been hit.

"What the hell happened here?" James heard a gruff voice. The person who was taking this scene though one of the people stepped forward. "Sir a red Chevy Malibu had hit the bike and kept going I got a picture of the plate though I think it's stolen because he didn't stop."

So that was the vehicle that had hit him. It hurt to breath, but at least he was able to breath. He wished though he could just get off this earth he had enough of these hundred years.