CharlotteShipley

 The first few seconds of recovery were uncomfortable, a tight strap across the chest and almost no breath, but eventually Rhada's eyes open and clear to see the shattered windshield in front of him, and the dimming blue sky beyond it. What had happened? He was driving, heading for the line of cars, a moment of intense pain, and losing control of the vehicle. They wrecked, they rolled. With a sound of discomfort, he sits up in his seat, adjusting the tight belt that didn't want to let go, before looking over to see if Madison was... gone. The door was open and the seat was empty. The first attempt he made only came out as a growl follow