Pain.
Heavy.
Crushing.
My ribs scream.
My vision blurs slightly.
I suck in a breath—
Bad idea.
“Clay.”
Lucas again.
Closer now.
Too close.
“I’m fine,” I start—
And the world tilts.
Just for a second.
I grab the edge of the seat—
Miss it.
That’s new.
I don’t miss.
“Hey—”
Hands are on me now.
Lucas.
Miles.
Voices sharp.
Focused.
Too loud.
“I said I’m—”
The rest of the sentence never makes it out.
Because my body gives.
Just—
Gone.
