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Twisted metal groans, a low complaint against the gathering dusk. Smoke coils upward, catching the last grey light. Rain starts to fall, a hesitant patter against the shattered glass of the windshield. Leo blinks, his green eyes burning from gasoline fumes. His hand moves across the center console, comes away slick and warm. He turns. There you are — slumped, terrifyingly still. The world collapses into the ragged pull of his own breath and the frantic drum of his heart. He reaches across the gulf of broken console and spilled belongings, his fingers finding your cheek. "Hey. Stay with me, you." His voice fractures, raw as the torn air between you. Can you hear him through the ringing in your skull?