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Searing, inexpressible, agonizing  pain.

One moment, its a flash of headlights in the dim black streets ahead.

The next its just darkness and the confusing yet terrifying pain.

Lance was an excellent driver and had avoided a few bad situations while driving by using his skills. In fact he often bragged to Keith and the rest of his collage friends about how "smooth" and "perfectly" he would handle his Toyota or as he called it; "baby".  Lance had plenty of memories he had made in that car.

Like the time him, Pidge and Hunk went out for fast food and Pidge ended up spilling their smoothie all over themselves leaving a large stain in the backseat.

Other time he and Keith got into an argument about something stupid and completely irrelevant (as always) and Keith ended up missing Lance's face and punching the bulletproof glass window. Which led to Lance driving him to the ER to take care of his broken wrist.

It all happened so fast he didn't really know if it was his fault or not. Lance was so calm and relaxed behind the wheel.

But that night he was far from calm.

Almost as if he didn't care what happened on that dark road.

Infuriated and confused.

Crying and guilty.

Which was probably why his old car collided with the big green station wagon ahead of him and sent his head into the window on his left. Causing glass to fly and tires to screech in loud most unsettling way. The headlights focused on the station wagon just long enough for Lance to see the green paint job and glass windows busting open like white fireworks in the darkness.  Next came the last thing Lance felt.

The left window smashing against his skull like ice.

And the feeling of tiny shards piercing the delicate tissue of his widened eyes.

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