The stars were burning in the night sky, burning like the wreck of my car, which was now wrapped around the trunk of a large oak tree. Flames danced in the grass near the wreckage and although I had been thrown well clear of the wreck, I felt an urgency to move. Despite my will, I was unable to gather the strength. My head throbbed, and my body was cold, as if the life was being drained from me. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I could make out the blurred figure of someone approaching, and I soon felt arms underneath mine, pulling me farther from the wreck, and losing the battle with unconsciousness, darkness overtook me.
When I awoke, I was laying on a bed, shirtless, on my back, and staring up at the ceiling of a cabin. Wondering who had pulled me from the wreck, I was quickly answered as a woman approached the bed and placed her hand on my forehead. She was slender, and young, with deep black hair that curled around her neck. Her eyes glittered like green gems as she looked down carefully at me, inspecting my wounds, and I wondered what someone so young was doing out here on her own.
I wondered what condition I was in, having been thrown from a wreck such as that, but I was surprised to find that I could move all my appendages and digits without much pain. Astonishingly, nothing felt broken, but I could tell I was cut and bruised all over my body. I recalled the violence of the wreck, the adrenaline rush as I swerved off the road, the terror of being thrown through the windshield and the impact in the dirt and grass. It amazed me that I had survived, let alone be alert and moving so shortly afterward.
I felt like I could get up, and I wanted answers from this girl that had pulled me from what in my mind would have been certain death, but before I could let a word out she was on the bed with me.
