Febuwhump #21: "Help Them”
“—ase? Chase!”
That voice wouldn’t stop slamming his skull until he answered. Swaying, Chase raggedly sucked in a breath that tasted like metal, exhaust and a threatening rise of bile. Bits of glass dislodged from his hair, tinkling onto the roof of the car. He was upside down, he realized.
“Chase? Can you hear me?”
“Ja…nngh…Jackieboy…?” Red and blue swam in his peripheral, fragmented beyond broken glass. “What’re you doing here? You weren’t…The kids an’ I were just…” He faltered, going rigid as something in his chest seized. “The kids! The kids! Bri an’ Connor—Jackie, help them!” In blind panic he flung an arm, gouging it against the shards of the window. “They’re in the back! Help them, get ’em out!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! We have them, buddy, they’re okay! You need to stay really still now, alright?” Jackie soothed. “We’re gonna get you out of here too.”