You sprint from the East side of the park towards the frail old man laying on the ground.
There are many bystanders observing this spectacle but all that matters is that this man gets help.
“Help him! Put him on my back! I will take him to the hospital!” You scream, hoping at least a few people oblige.
“Please! He’s dying!” His wife screams.
About five people grab him and place him onto my back gently, and I begin to sprint towards the hospital, dodging cabs and pedestrians the entire way.
You get to the hospital and the man is rushed to the ER. You wait in the lobby for any news, young kids approach you for pictures as you are still in your centaur form.
After a few hours, you find out the man survived. His wife gives you a hug and a check for a million dollars for saving his life. You sprint home and enjoy your Jersey Shore in bed.