In the car you were riding with Leon, the collision was substantial, the bang lingered, and much too quick to react beforehand. You were both unharmed but, amidst your brief distraction, there was no avoiding the crash with another car, resulting in it careening off the road.

A shard of glass had impaled your boyfriend's abdomen and he was in agonized distress. His eyes grew heavy, but he mustered enough strength to rotate his head toward yours.

"H-hold on, love...," he labored to speak, his voice weak and strained.