A scream, yes..A scream...It took a few seconds to realize that it was her own scream that sliced threw the air as she slammed on her breaks. Blue eyes wide in panic she hurriedly opened the drivers side door and rushed  to the man's side. Her hands hovered over him as though the were afraid to touch him and already panicked tears raced from her bright blue eyes.<br/><br/>"S-Sir? Sir? Are you okay? Are you hurt...." Stupid question...she had just hit the guy going about twenty miles an hour...who wouldn't be hurt, or far worse off. The woman pushed back a few stray locks of her dark brown locks that had come free from her hair clip to look more closely at the guy. Okay...Okay first thing, check for pulse...Right? Her heart was racing and she didn't know what else to do. Her hands shakily reached for her cell phone as she began to dial 911.<br/><br/>"Y-Yes...I.." she couldn't finish her sentence, something felt off. Like the air was closing in around her, like she couldn't breathe. Shit! Was she having an asthma attack?! Right now!? Jean watched the man before her own vision started to blur as air attempted to push through her narrowing air ways. It hurt, damn those cigarettes!<br/><br/>Looking around as she clutched her chest she saw only two people with their cell phones out who appeared to be calling 911, and already she heard the faint echoing of sirens as they made their way through the maze of tall sky scrapers and buildings of the down town area.