Otogi made a break-neck turn, and Honda took his hand back to grip the dashboard. "You drive like a maniac!" he finally shouted. He wanted had wanted to say that for a good five minutes.
"We'll be fine," Otogi said, smiling. "Better than fine."
Honda didn't know how it happened – the words had barely left Otogi's lips when the car jerked violently… in the wrong direction, off to the side. The first thing that made sense was Otogi yelling, "Shit!" There were squealing brakes, headlights, and the gut-wrenching sounds of metal hitting metal, and something else, something he couldn't identify that made his stomach wrench... Honda's body jerked painfully against his seat belt, and everything seemed to be going the wrong direction: him, the car, the environment outside the car… He couldn't quite wrap his mind around it; one second they had been driving, then… they were stopped. His chest was sore where the seat belt had dug into it.
Car accident. It finally cleared in Honda's muddled head, and he shivered. Damn it, he had just warned Otogi that they were going too fast. He didn't move right away, gathering his nerves and calming a bit before he finally spoke. "You okay, man?" he asked, looking over at Otogi. No response. He was slumped against his side of the car, hands still resting limply on the steering wheel. "Hey, I'm talking to you," Honda said. "I warned you…" Still no response. Honda poked him. "Otogi?" He looked up. Otogi's head was resting against the glass, sort of like how a kid would sleep on a car trip. Only the glass around Otogi's head was cracked.
Cracked glass. Honda's breath hitched. Cracked glass by his head. "Get up!"
Otogi wasn't moving.
His head hit the glass. His stupid head cracked the glass.
Honda panicked.