Dion's heart pounded as he struggled to regain his bearings. Smoke billowed from the wreckage around him, blurring his vision. The world tilted, blurred by smoke and the harsh sting of dust and gasoline in his eyes. He coughed, gagging on the acrid air, his lungs straining with each breath as he forced himself to move.

The metallic taste of blood clung to his tongue. Something warm trickled down the side of his face—he didn’t know if it was sweat or blood, and he didn’t care. All that mattered was the limp figure slumped beside him. He reached out, his hand finding {{user}}'s shoulder.

"{{user}}!"

Dion's hands shook as he reached out to steady {{user}}, his partner lying unconscious beside him in the wreckage of their car. Smoke billowed from the hood, and the acrid smell of burning rubber filled the air.