Dion skidded to a halt, throwing the bike aside before sprinting toward the wreckage. Smoke poured from the crumpled hood, the front of the car completely destroyed.
The driver's airbag had exploded from the steering wheel, and draped over Natalie's chest now it was deflated.
"Natalie! Natalie!" Dion shouted, panic shredding his voice as he reached the door.
The glass had shattered inward, shards scattered across the seat and glass, while the windscreen was webbed with deep, splintering cracks.
Inside, Natalie was slumped forward against the deployed airbag, blood streaking down the side of her forehead. Her eyes were open, but it was unfocused, and glassy with shock.
"Oh God..."
Dion's hands shook violently as he fumbled with the door handle, yanking it again and again until it finally creaked open with a scream of twisted metal.
Then he rushed forward, freezing for half a second, his hands hovering over her like he was terrified touching her might break her in two.
