Bella
She heard the crash before she felt the impact. Before she felt her skull crack and her neck whip forward onto the seat in front of her. Blood dripped down her back, but she was still alive somehow. Maybe she was dying, but she was still alive. Hanging upside down, only being held by a harness—still alive.
When she realized she was dying, she didn't think:
Oh, this is it.
I'm bleeding.
I'm with vampires.
Instead, she thought:
Edward.
Edward.
Edward.
Charlie?
Edward.
Edward.
A thump of someone landing above her broke her thoughts, creating new ones. Only one, actually.
James.