Whispers

Seventeen

Blake woke up with an airbag in her face and a burning in her ribs. She patted the airbag down and looked around. She saw Ray unconscious, in the same situation she was. "Ray. Ray, wake up." She put his head up against the seat and patted his airbag. "Ray, wake up. Please wake up." Tears were burning in her eyes, and she was trying to shake him with one arm. His eyes fluttered open.

"Where am-" he cut off, looking around him. "Oh my God, what did I do?" The windshield was cracked, but somehow that was the only damage done to it. His nose was bleeding, but he seemed oblivious to it. "Are you okay?" he asked in a shaky voice, looking at Blake. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" "I don't care about me. The question is if you are or not." "I am. I'm going to check the car." Blake grabbed her phone and got out of the car. She turned on the flashlight and looked at the front bumper. It was bent to no extent, and the streetlamp they had collided into was leaning. Blake went back into the car.

"I need to call the police." She dialed 911. "911, state your emergency." "We just got into a wreck, I don't know where we are. We crashed into a streetlamp. Two passengers, both awake." "We will send dispatch and an ambulance immediately, do not move from your destination."