Will felt a trickle of blood slither down his forehead, he couldn't feel the bottom half of his body, and his right arm felt as if it had been impaled. Each breath he took sent a stabing pain to his chest, and small amounts of smoke was swirling out of the the dashbord. He didn't hear any screeming, so he assumed that he crashed away from the city,
But he was ashamed to admit that a part of him was wishing that he did crash their, because if he did, someone would probably be trying to get him out right now.
He sat their ,listening to his blood rapidly drip on floor , as the smoke slowly choked all the air out of the ship. He felt so helpless just siting there, like he was just waiting to die, when he remembered the escape lever was behind him.
Useing all the strength he could manage , he push him self up with his good arm, trying to sit back in his chair so he could pull it. Then he felt such an excruciating pain in the middle of his back, he almost forgot his own name.
Screaming, his arm gave way, smashing his head back onto the control pad.Now he really felt helpless," I can't even push my self up a foot," he thought
"If I could just stand up," he tried to move his legs, but with a broken back, he was useless,and immobilelized . His ship was on a guided program, so it had no windows, and with no windows to show his wareabouts, he could be sinking to the bottom of Lake Michigan for all he knew.
He looked around, trying to find any materiles that could pull the lever, but he saw nothing useful. Will sat for hours thinking of ways he could get out, but he was so light headed,and dizzy that he was having a hard time thinking strait.
Will's eye sight was growing dimmer, and it felt as if his body had been wacked repeatedly by a giant hammer. He was about to give in to the temptation of giving up, untill he herd car doors slaming, and distant talking outside.
