She and Otis had gone out for a drive in the middle of the country. She thought they were somewhere in Oklahoma by now, but it seemed far too green to be the dusty state to her. Neither of them were entirely sure where they were, but they would find their way home soon enough, she was sure.

They were on a winding dirt road lined with forest on both sides, both windows down and the wind blowing in their faces. His hand was on her knee like always, and she had her hand on the back of his neck, rubbing small circles with her thumbs.

"Don't do that, you're makin' me sleepy."

"Pull over and I'll show you sleepy, handsome." She looked up from his face just in time to see one other car on the road. "Huh. There are other humans out here."

"Hm. I think we're somewhere in Louisiana..."

"Not Oklahoma?"

"Too much green." The other car was swerving madly on the road. "What the fuck?"

"OTIS WATCH OUT!" She screamed as the car crashed into theirs, sending them rolling over the embankment and down into the woods.

When she came to, she found herself on a bed of leaves, surrounded by bits of their car. She sat up gingerly, cringing in pain. She knew her ribs were broken- they had to be from that. Her left arm felt like it was on fire. The arm she had had on Otis's neck.

Otis.

"Baby?" No answer. "Otis? OTIS?!" She became frantic. Forcing herself to her feet, stumbling, she wandered. "Baby!?"

She heard him groan and sighed in relief. Not 100 yards from where she had found herself was the car. She could see him through where the window used to be. The car was on enough of an angle that he could get out through that window, even though it was almost buried in the ground.

"Baby! Are you okay!?"

"No..."

Shit. She knew it was bad if he admitted it. She saw him struggling to get out, trying to wrench himself from the car. She saw what was wrong now. His leg was trapped. She heard a gut wrenching scream of pain and he fell from the window. "Baby?"

He shoved himself away from the crashed vehicle, panting and groaning. His right arm was in the same condition as her left. The hand he had had on her knee. His left pant leg was soaked in blood. She was almost afraid to look. "Adi...you okay?"

"I'm alive..."

"Yeah, that's about what I can say." He looked her over. "Mama, you're in bad shape..." He tried to stand, but ended up on his ass. "Fuck!"

"Baby...What're you doing?"

"Gotta...take care of you..." He struggled to get on his feet again, to no avail. He growled in frustration and pain.

"No, you don't. You just sit still."

"Who's gonna take care of you? You always take care of me..."

"Otis...I'm a doctor. That's kind of what I do." She hobbled to the trunk of the car and forced it open without much effort. Since they had been travelling together more and more often, they always kept a case of bottled water in the trunk. No first aid kit, however.

She doctored the both of them as best as she could, finally settling on the shoulder she thought was better off. He screamed in pain, lurching away from her.

"What the fuck?!" She tore his shirt to the side, eliciting another groan from him. She could see his collarbone protruding through the skin. Great... "Fuck, Otis..."

"I know..." He leaned his head back against the tree he had propped himself up on. "The fuck're we gonna do?"

Tears rose in her eyes. "We...We're gonna die here..."

"No, we're not...don't think like that. No we're not..." He didn't sound very sure.

"Otis...please...please just tell me it's going to be okay..."

"It'll be okay, mama. Somehow, it will. We'll make it out of here."

She sobbed into his hair, allowing him to rest his head on her chest. She was petrified. She wasn't exactly the most outdoorsy person. Her Otis was, but with him being as injured as he was, he wouldn't be up to utilizing those survival skills for much else other than to just stay alive.

"We're gonna be okay, Adi. It'll be alright." He looked up at her. She kissed him like it was the last time she ever would.