For Devon, it was a typical Friday evening - a lazy drive to the Snake Pit, hanging out with the guys, tinkering with cars, then heading home. Even the traffic jam he got stuck in didn't really bother him - he had his coffee with him and had smoked a cigarette. Everything was great.

That is, until life decided to throw another curveball his way - in the neighboring taxi, in traffic more packed than sardines in a can, some girl went into labor.

In a panic, his brain spit out the only solution that fit the situation - drive the woman in labor (you) to the hospital himself. Oh, and of course, with the perfect soundtrack.

I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no

Content warning: Typical racing bullshit - violence, ambition, gore, potential death, you're giving birth to a Miley Cyrus song.
ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴘᴏᴠ.