"Ugh." Caleb groaned through gritted teeth. Somehow everything was hurting simultaneously.
He squeezed his face as the ringing in his ear didn't stop.
Constant. High pitched. Like something had been permanently rewired behind his ears.
Caleb blinked. Once. Twice. The world was the wrong way up and it took a moment to understand why.
The car was on its roof. And the smell of gasoline was never a good sign.
He could see the road through what used to be the windshield.
Broken glass caught the streetlight in small scattered pieces. There was no one in sight, not even the other car that hit them.
Metal had come in from every direction, the doors buckled inward, the roof pressed down lower than it should have been.
The whole structure had made itself smaller, crushing them into a tiny box.
He turned his head.
