I hear the scraping of metal as my car door is ripped open. There are voices but my brain is foggy, I can’t make out what they are saying, only the tones of their words. I hear Kane’s voice, he sounds worried.
I try to open my eyes but I’m too weak, it’s taking all of my strength to hold onto consciousness. My head is throbbing and I feel blood trickling down between my eyes and off the side of my nose.
“Jerrica,” someone says close to me, a slight drawl to their voice, “can you hear me?”
I try to say “yes” but only a moan comes out.
His voice is calm but demands a response as he asks, “Jerrica, I need to know if you’re hurt anywhere. Does your neck or back hurt? Or is anything broken?”
I try to focus and take stock of my pain. My whole body is sore but part of me knows he’s lookin
