The sound of sirens filled the night air. Your white Nissan had been hit, the passenger side caved in. Luckily for you, you weren’t severely hurt, maybe a concussion at most. You grunted against the pain in your head, trying to pull yourself free, yet your leg was stuck. The door of the car opened suddenly, a man’s muscular arms wrapped around you, lifting you free and out of the car.

“You okay? Feel any pain anywhere?”

Buck says, a hand on your shoulder.

“That was one hell of a hit.”