When you fall

What do you do?

As I lay on the asphalt, the lady reached out: “Monsieur. Monsieur. Are you okay? Dizzy or something?”

“I’m fine. Thank you,” I replied as I was pulling my leg from under the motorbike, trying to stand up. “Is this oil from your engine, or was it there?” she asked. I wasn’t sure. I think I lost balance as my bike got to a standstill on top of the hill at the intersection, or I might have…