Jonathan's eyes snapped open to the harsh light of the hospital room, his body a bundle of pain with bandages wrapping his torso tight and his ribs screaming with every breath he drew in his lungs. The clock on the wall read 8:00pm.
His mind replayed the crash in vivid flashes, the bridge railing giving way, the sedan flipping, metal twisting as it hit the water below, and Bella's face through the window as she and the others escaped while he lay there trapped and helpless.
He shifted slightly, wincing as pain shot through his side, then he started examining the amount of injuries on his body from what the doctor had told him earlier, three broken ribs, a concussion that made his head throb, a bruised lung causing sharp stabs with each inhale, and lacerations crisscrossing his arms from shattered glass.
