The black sedan, with those goddamn black as night windows is laying upside down. There’s an opening, a place where the bulletproof glass has shattered enough for me to see in, and I drop to my stomach. As I move, I’m terrified of what I will find. The thought of Savannah’s mangled body makes me want to vomit.

I hear her before I see her. It’s a whimper, a sort of gurgling cry.

“Savannah,” I call as I try to maneuver my upper body into the car. She’s hanging, still buckled in, her hair cascading to the dented roof of the car like a bloody waterfall.

I take a quick assessment of her condition. She’s bleeding, somewhere on her head. She’s awake. That has to be a good sign.

When she hears my voice, she sobs. Then, she sees my face.

“Murph,” she stutters, reaching for me, her face contorted in desperation.

“I got you, baby.” In order to reach for her seatbelt, I have to crawl into the car, and reach past her. The glass from the window cuts into my skin, but I’m too distracted to feel the pain. I’m more worried about the blood from her head dripping onto my face.

Just when I find the button to push, I’m distracted for a moment by her nearness. It steals the breath from my chest as I soak in her scent. My words echo in my ear. I got you, baby. And it occurs to me that nothing will stop me from getting her safely out of this car. Nothing.

Movement near my hand startles me just before I feel a tight grasp on my wrist. That stupid mother fucker, who wasn’t smart enough to keep his fucking seat belt on, is folded in a painful looking heap on the roof of the car, his body pinned between the seat at the mangled roof.

Savannah screams and claws at him, trying to get him off of me. The terror in her face fuels my anger and I throw a punch at his already bloody face. It doesn’t knock him out, but it dazes him enough that I can release her seatbelt and pull her into my arms.

As I crawl out, I feel the guys around me, helping to hold the glass back, their hands gently guiding Savannah out so she doesn’t get hurt any worse than she already is. When I slide out, it’s Rafe who holds her safely away from the car. He passes her to me, his eyes on my face. She curls into my arms, clutching at my neck in a way that makes me fucking hate myself.

Rafe’s voice is behind me as I carry Savannah as far from the wreck as possible.

“Single vehicle crash on westbound 87. One survivor. In need of immediate medical assistance.”