Johnny stretched out a hand, trying to orient himself as he blinked grit out of his eyes. Sunlight streamed in through the shattered windshield, highlighting a cloud of dust that slowly beginning to settle. He coughed as more dirt trickled over the dashboard and into his face.

"You okay, Roy?" he asked, then coughed again. He looked down at his shoulder, giving it a little flex with a hiss of pain. Roy didn't answer. Johnny hurried to scrub the grime out of his eyes. "Roy?" The truck listed at a roughly ninety degree angle, with the engine pitched upward toward the sky, and mud covered everything. He waved a hand through the haze as he crawled across the tilted seat.

He found Roy leaning over the steering wheel, motionless, with his left arm pinned to his belly and the other hanging limply. The dashboard and steering column had been pushed forward, trapping him against the seat. Johnny's jaw clenched as he reached for the dangling wrist, then breathed out a sigh. His face went into the blank, expressionless mask of full paramedic mode as he looked at his wristwatch to count off the seconds, then checked the arm for any breaks. He reached between the spokes of the steering wheel to rest his hand on Roy's chest and began counting again.

Roy made a muffled sound and turned his head. "Hey," Johnny said quickly, pressing his other hand to Roy's back to keep him from moving. "Don't move."

"What happened?" Roy asked, still trying to sit up.

"I said stay still," Johnny said. "Are you hurt anywhere?" He ran his hands down Roy's back, probing with practiced fingers, before doing the same to his neck. "Here?"

"No," Roy answered. He moved his free hand to his face. It came away bloodied. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Johnny answered. He put his back to the dashboard so that he faced Roy, and used both hands to check for any other head injury. "Can you move your legs?" he asked as he carefully explored the gash just above his partner's eye. His eyebrows drew together at a glint of reflected light under his fingers.

"Uh," Roy answered sluggishly. He shifted position, winced, then nodded. "Yeah. My left leg is stuck, but I don't think anything is broken." He took a shallow breath, then braced his free arm on the steering wheel and looked down as he tried to push against it to move his left arm.

"Will you just hold still?" Johnny demanded impatiently. "We'll get to that in a minute."

Roy ignored him, instead struggling a little harder. "It's getting hard to breathe."

Johnny gripped Roy's chin in his hand, tilting his face towards the daylight, then leaned in very close to peer into his eyes. Roy went absolutely still. Johnny's fingers pressed against the side of Roy's neck, using his thumb against the jaw to steer his partner's face in a different angle. He narrowed his eyes in scrutiny, then brushed tiny shards of glass off of Roy's cheek. He leaned back and waved a hand across Roy's face in calculated intervals, using the sun to check the pupil reaction. He did not comment on the result, but the professional facade slipped a little with an unhappy sound.

"I'm okay," Roy said quickly and pulled his chin free. He drew in a ragged breath and pushed against the steering wheel again. "I'm just stuck."

"This thing has you in a really tight spot," Johnny said. He slid his hand down along the bottom curve of the wheel to where it dug into Roy's chest, just under his rib cage. He checked the trapped arm, but nothing seemed broken. Roy pulled while Johnny pushed and between the two of them they got the limb free. Roy leaned against the steering wheel in relief, his breathing a little easier with the extra space, but still strained.

Johnny got down on the floor, laying on his back so he could peer into the tight space. The engine had been pushed out of place, leaving almost no space at all. Roy's right leg was free but the other had somehow gotten wedged into a fold of metal. Mud coated everything. He checked, just to make sure, but nothing seemed broken.

"We can move the seat back," Johnny said as he wedged his fingers between the metal and Roy's calf to find out if it would move. "But I need to free your leg first. Otherwise, we might need equipment to get you out of here. See if your door will open."

There was no reply. Johnny wiggled back out and looked up. Roy's head had dipped to rest against the wheel, his eyes half closed. Johnny stared at him for a second, then climbed up onto the seat and reached over him to try the driver's side door. The metal creaked, but the door didn't move. Roy lifted his head with a confused mutter as Johnny knocked into him to give the door a few good shoves, but it wasn't going to budge.

They both froze as the truck moved, slid a bit, then stopped with a jolt. A combination of loose dirt and mud dribbled in over the windshield.

Roy sucked in a wheezing breath. "You need to get out of here, Johnny."

Johnny's jaw clenched and his mouth tightened into a frown, but he didn't say anything as he got down on the floor again. It took a few minutes of careful maneuvering, but Roy's leg came loose. He squirmed out from under the dashboard and back onto the seat, taking a moment to catch his breath.

Roy stretched an arm towards the floor, but quickly gave up with a little sigh. "I can't reach it."

Johnny reached down between his partner's knees, searching for the lever at the bottom of the seat. He gave it a tug. The bench slid a fraction of an inch but no more. "Dammit," he muttered, and gave it another pull. "I think the track is bent," he said. He braced his foot on the floorboard so he could get a better grip and jerked harder on the handle.

"Elbow," Roy said suddenly, then louder in alarm as both hands swatted at Johnny. "Elbow!"

"Will you relax?" Johnny shouted back. "I know what I'm – stop that! You're gonna break my arm!"

"You're gonna break my ba – " The bench abruptly lurched backwards with the loud twang of a broken spring, dropping Johnny into his lap. "Off! Off!"

Johnny gripped the dashboard to haul himself upright and sat back in the seat, raising both hands in surrender. "There!"

Roy flopped back against the seat, one arm protectively hugging his ribs as he took shallow breaths, and the other below the belt. Johnny muffled a giggle. Roy looked over at him with a deadly glare. That only served to make the matter worse, as Johnny tried and failed not to laugh.

Roy couldn't help a little snort. He raised a hand at his partner to stop him from saying anything. "We are never going to talk about this," he said, but grinned down at the pedals.

"Honestly, pally, it coulda—"

Mud and glass suddenly poured in as what was left of the windshield gave way. The screech of failing metal drowned out the rumble of moving earth as an enormous rock blotted out the sun. Metal groaned, and they both looked up to see the frame of the windshield bowing under the weight.

Roy quickly struggled to get out from behind the wheel. They both scrambled backwards across the bench until they ran out of room. The roof buckled upwards and out as the boulder and a torrent of mud forced its way into the cab and down onto the seat. The entire truck rocked with the impact as more sludge poured in.

Johnny crouched with his feet on the seat, bracing one hand on the backrest and the other on the dashboard, as the truck slid and turned. He fell on top of Roy as everything tilted. The cab echoed with the sound of rocks pelting it from all sides. The truck finally came to a stop with a loud creak before settling into an eerie stillness.

The front of the truck now tilted towards the sky, laying halfway on its left side. The entire dashboard had been shoved forward, stopping just short of the seat. Rock filled nearly half of the bench, with the steering wheel jutting out of a pile of stones and mud that continued up and through the windshield. A large rock lay across the other half of the windshield, blocking all but a sliver of sunlight, but kept the rest of the cabin from filling with rubble. Walls of stone blocked the windows. Mud slowly oozed in though a few cracks.

The two men were trapped in a space not much greater than that of a coffin.