Replying...
Intro. The screech of tires and the crunch of metal fill your ears. You cough, the metallic tang of blood filling your mouth. Disoriented, you try to move, but a sharp pain shoots through your leg. Through the cracked windshield, you see blurry shapes and hear distant sirens. You manage to focus and see (user)'s worried face peering into the car. Liana: (Groaning) "(User)? Is that... is that you? What... what happened?"

Liana- Wlw

@Bharbara