He felt himself drift back into reality. His head was pounding, which was the only detectable pain for it had drowned every other one. A red substance slithered down his neck, originating from somewhere on his head. That same substance covered his face and stained his coveted shirt. He slowly lifted his 5 ton eyelids suddenly remembering his companion.
"Steve!" He slurred noticing the hoarseness of his voice. He tried to move his head but the slightest shift sent flashed of white hot lightening bolts of pain up and down his torso. He gasped with shock and frustration and sadly he couldn't put on a great show of hand gestures and rant this one out. He opened his eyes again rotating them over to his left. That was when he saw Steve slumped over on the steering wheel unconscious with a small gash over his right eye. Those were his only visible injuries. He smelled the stinginess of the air and he was undoubtedly very familiar with it. It reminded him of those times where he would by Grace those mini coconut waters that she loved at the-shit…He smelled gasoline. The car was a ticking time bomb and he had to get them out, now. He eyes widened in panic and wanted to start moving but he couldn't. He body wouldn't budge! He tried to move his legs-
"Ahh!" He yelped as he felt a supernova fireworks burst in his ankle. It calmed down to a firey throb that he hadn't noticed before. He lifted his head automatically seeing stars in a spinning world. Nausea rose and he felt that he would lose his stomach contents right then and there. Adrenaline kicked in as he tried to push open the crushed door that had left his arm mangled and broken. He had one arm doing all the work and it really wasn't helping. He bit his tongue with such force he tasted the metallic flavor fill his mouth. The door finally screeched with anger and fell open. He swung his legs over sending pain…everywhere. But that didn't matter, his highest priority was Steve and only Steve. He jumped out of the car losing his footing and falling on his back.
"Ahhaha! Fuck." He yelled out with fury and agony. He coughed and wretched as he felt something warm slither down his cheek. He lifted himself off the grass and staggered around the car.
During this time Steve had noted everything. From the time Danny called out to him to when he heard Danny scream with such pain. He wanted to do something, anything but his body just wouldn't listen to his mind. He wanted to call back to Danny and help him but not even his eyelids would flutter. He swallowed in distress. He felt the blood from his wound spill over his eye and onto his lips. He smelled burning fuel and felt soft hands tug at his shoulders before he surrendered to the dark depths of his subconscious.
Danny, pain stricken and panic driven, pulled open the door and took Steve by the shoulders and dragged him out ungracefully just far enough from the car that exploded into a burning hell of metal and debris. He fell onto the humid grass once more, this time with added weight. The pain overtook him and he felt his lungs just deflate within him. He had no breath, he could feel his own ribs shifting and moving inside him. He could feel the piercing stab of pain inside him. He shuttered, convulsed, and writhered in pain, ache and agony. The last thing he saw before slipping into the blessed darkness was the very tree that they had crashed into.