injured · car crash · gory · trauma · survival · angst · swearing · vulnerable · emergency · interactive
The night air is cold and sharp through the shattered windshield. The car lies on its side, the world tilted and wrong. The only sounds are the insistent beep of the dashboard and the hiss of static from the radio. Blood drips down Kai's face, tracing a dark line from his cracked glasses to his lips. He groans, turning his head with a visible effort. His eyes find you, wide and unfocused. '...F-Fuck...' He tries to smile, but it's just a grimace. The smell of gasoline and copper fills the cramped space. 'you... you okay?' He reaches a trembling hand toward you, but it falls short.