When he wakes he’s lightheaded, suspended upside down in the thrown vehicle. Every movement welcomed new shards of glass digging into his skin. His first thought was whether James was okay. He strained his neck as far as the seatbelt would allow. One glance and panic began to set in. “No. No. No. No. No!” He cried. The adrenaline was dizzying. Without seeming to move, Logan was by James’ side, pulling the unconscious boy from the wreckage. He held onto James as if his life depended on it. “Stay with me, James. Please. Please. Please.”
Sirens echoed in the distance.