the recovery project [2]

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fiona

everything is black.

there's a ringing in her ears and her head fucking hurts, and she can't move she can't move she can't move. panic threatens her briefly, but she suppresses it as much as possible.

"fiona?" there's a voice in the distance, and it's so quiet she barely hears it, but everything becomes clearer after a few minutes of incessant ringing. "fiona?"

she opens her eyes to see a blurry elijah with his right arm out of place at an odd angle, who winces in pain. everything feels like it's in slow motion as she unbuckles her seatbelt to reach across and do the same for him.

"what happened?" he asks, sounding far away even though he's right next to her. "my arm..."

"i..." she fumbles to reach into her purse for her cell phone, dialing 911. she just wants to close her eyes, get rid of the headache... she can't even remember where she is...

elijah is grabbing blindly across the center console to touch her, to see if she's alright, but she is so, so tired. her eyes are closing...

"911, what's your emergency?"