"Are you still alive?"
"Don't curse me, you witch." The bloodied man grunted weakly. As they're on their way to the hospital, his consciousness and strength slowly came back, so he's able to speak more coherent now.
He's slightly thankful of Lillie that she was driving smoothly despite the speed. Now he's reconsidering if he'll spare her once he's back on his feet, or persist to execute vengeance for hitting him.
"Who was chasing you?" Lillie probed curiously.
"Eh, some idiots—" He unexpectedly gave a curt reply. "—thinking they could beat me. Hah—ugh."
The man snorted, and consequently aggravated his wounds.
His arrogant attitude was seriously astonishing. Normal people would be moaning in pain right now and would try to conserve as much energy as possible.
They wouldn't also use such brash attitude towards the person who hit them with their car. Isn't he afraid that she'll really throw him out?