Stella
We've been driving for a while with lots of turns I'm getting nauseous from being in the back and rolling around with my hands tied I can't stable myself. I look at Ian and he's losing color he's so pale from blood loss. He's been silent the whole ride.
I struggle to sit up, but I finally do, and he looks at me "what's wrong are you ok?" He clearly is in worse shape than me yet he's more concerned with me, I smile “I'm just dandy" and laugh. He gives me a weird look "your laughing at a time like this?" I inch my way over and of course, we turn. Again. Ugh. I almost fall over but lean the opposite direction and manage to stay upright I get really close to Ian and pick my sore wrists up he's laying down on his side and I lift his head up and place it in my lap. He flinches a tad
