"You did, ma'm," said Tristan. He reached down and awkwardly took the rim of her skirt and pulled it down to cover her. But then he turned to the man underneath the bike first, because he seemed more injured.

He lifted the bike and lay it aside. Then he knelt by Mehmet side to inspect for injury. "Does it hurt anywhere? Did you hit your head?" Then he looked up at the crowd that was still watching the drama unfold. "Any doctor nearby for the lady!?" he yelled.