I'm stuck. It was the first thought that ran through Bailey's head as she wiped away the wet, tickling trickle of liquid slipping down the side of her forehead, and she cringed when a sharp pain shot through her other arm at the movement. She exhaled with a hiss between clenched teeth and stopped moving.

"Jesus, man, I don't know!" Her ears perked at the loud, frantic male voice from above her, but if she moved towards that sound she knew the dizzying nausea and pain she was currently feeling would amplify.

"No! I told you, she's stuck," Grayson said, his voice rumbling with an irritated growl. "You're not listening-"

"I just got off the phone with Mrs. Roberts. She's on her way." Kate's voice interrupted Grayson's angry response. "How I don't know. I think she mentioned stopping by Sheriff Lambert's vacation cabin."

Kate. Kate was here too.

"I-I can't tell, she's not awake, she's—" Grayson said, stumbling over his words.

Bailey vaguely heard someone shift and something that sounded like glass crunching against glass. "She's conscious!" Damien called.

Her eyes widened at the startling shout. He was so close, almost directly by her head. The fear in his voice made her throat tighten and her eyes burned from unshed tears. She let out a small whimper as she tried turning to her side, ignoring the pain, needing to get closer to him. It was only when her mouth started watering, warning her to stop or she'd throw up, that she actually gave up.

Still flat on her back, all she could do was turn her head painfully towards him, and just behind the spider cracked window on the drivers' side were the second pair of the greenest eyes surrounded by thick long lashes she'd ever seen. Gwen's eyes were greener, but it was what reminded Bailey that the two were siblings.

"Damien?" Her voice cracked as she called to him.

She couldn't see his face at first, but almost as soon as she whispered his name he'd dropped into view. That panicked fear in his voice, didn't show on his face, and he cocked his head to the side, smiling at her with those kind, beautiful eyes of his.

"Bailey." It was such a relieved response that she almost did cry.

Now, if only he could get her out of here.

"The window," Bailey said, frowning as she struggled to get her left arm loose from the suddenly daunting seatbelt she hadn't even been wearing. She touched the still connected yet split glass, running her fingers along the slashes, only to cringe, and yank her hand back as the window cut her fingers.

She stared intently as the blood gushed to the surface, and with her thumb she spread it across the tips of her index and middle finger, checking to see if it was real. She lifted her gaze, watching Damien as he focused on her through the window where, right in the middle, a chunk of glass had fallen out, leaving a hole large enough to fit a small hand through.

Her breath caught as she dropped her gaze back to that tiny opening. If she could reach through... she reached forward automatically, not bothering to think of the stinging sharp pains that were to come, but Damien's voice made her pause.

"Don't cut yourself again," he said, his voice surprisingly calm as his rough hands clutched at her fingers, pushing her back before she could get her fist through.

He was lying on the ground, his belly flush with the concrete.

It was a startling thought. This was Damien, he disliked being dirty and refused to go camping unless he had an air mattress, yet there he was in his school uniform, lying on glass. Why was he doing this? He was going to hurt himself.

"An hour? Are you kidding me? That's too long, what if she's bleeding internally or something?" Grayson's voice shattered her calm thoughts of Damien hurting himself.

Bailey frowned. An hour? That wouldn't do. It just wouldn't do. She reached above her with the only arm she could move, her left one, and settled her palm against the roof, applying pressure. She gasped when whatever she'd touched moved and she realized then that the object beneath her palm was small and slender.

What the hell?

Was that the gas pedal?

Why could she reach the gas pedal?

"No, no," Bailey said, and pushed again only to have the object move again. "This isn't happening."

Damien knocked on the window. "Bailey, you shouldn't move. Bailey-Bail...what are you doing?"

"I can't stay in here for an hour," she said mumbling under her breath, not caring if he heard her. "How is this the gas pedal?"

"What?"

"I can't stay in here for an hour. I've got things to do, people to see." She continued rambling. "I have to meet with Raj. I've got things to do! People to see!"

"Bail-"

"I. Can't. No. No. I can't." She felt like she was drowning in a sea full of panic. Her lungs were tightening, taking her breath, and she itched all over. It felt like she had large bugs crawling over her skin. The tips of her fingers tingled with the need to scratch. She sunk her teeth into her lower lip.

"What can't you do, Bailey?" Damien asked. In her peripheral vision she saw him settle closer to the ground, practically pushing his face against the ripped window.

Tears spilled down her face, mixing with the drying blood that had left track marks down her cheeks. "I can't stay in here for an hour. I can't-" Her voice was hoarse, cracking with every word as she continued pushing against the floor, the floor where her feet should've been.

Why was her hand there?

She saw Grayson drop down to his knees beside Damien, his cell phone in his hand, cupping it to his ear. "Okay," he said, speaking into the phone, his eyes scanning her face. "That panic you were talking about before, I think it's about to happen. No, I mean it is happening, right now." He nodded as if he was listening to some instructions and after a minute he pulled the phone away to tap Damien's shoulder. "We gotta keep her calm man."

Damien gave him a frustrated look.

Bailey pushed against the immobile roof, turning her attention completely away from them this time. It just wouldn't move, not even as she punched it, not even as she clawed at the black fabric liner of the foot mat. She yanked the square carpet out and let out a half-scream of frustration as it fell on her face. The bits of clumped dirt and dust that fell into her eyes didn't even faze her. The stinging on her face as salty tears and blood mingled with the cuts on her face wouldn't let the dirt matter.

"Get me out of here!" The high pitched scream she let out startled both Damien and Grayson. "I can't be in here for an hour! Get me out! Get. Me. Out!" She chanted repeatedly, hollering like a banshee, each word filled with the panic she felt flooding her chest. Her throat was raw and achy from the effort. She folded her hand into a fist and pounded on the floor. Bailey didn't care that the coarse interior eventually split the skin on her knuckles.

"Bailey, stop! Just breathe!" Damien sounded just as frightened, his voice loud and trembling as he pushed a hand against the window.

Grayson was shaking his head. "She says you have to calm down too."

"God damn it! How-how am I supposed to do that? " Damien shouted pounding his fists into the window, forcing a startled whimper from Bailey.

Her head jerked towards Damien, her eyes widening. He would get her out. He would save her. "Please. Please get me out of here, Damien." She cried hysterically, letting her lower lip tremble as she pleaded with him.

He flinched almost like she'd physically hurt him. Punching him in the face wouldn't have made him wince the way he did at her pleading. "I can't, Bails. We aren't supposed to move you."

Dread stole the air from her already hard at work lungs and each word was almost like a gasp for breath. "You're going to leave me, here? Please, no, please don't leave me here." Her shoulders were shaking from her gut wrenching sobs and this time her now weak pounding was directed at the window.

Damien leapt to his feet like a ninja. "Grayson, she's hurting herself," he said.

"What are you going to do?" Grayson's voice shook as he backed away. "No!"

"Bailey, stop it! Bailey, look at me." He practically snarled as he bent down and pounded on the window. His eyes met hers with so much intensity that her hand went limp against the window. "I'm gonna get you out. I need you to cover your face okay. Can you do that? Can you cover your face?"

She nodded.

"She says I can't let you do that," Grayson said with panic. "If you move her-"

"I know! Shut up." Damien snapped angrily and turned back to Bailey, showing her what he wanted her to do as he shielded his own face. "Cover your face, Bailey. Are you listening?" The change in his tone of voice was severe enough that she lifted her gaze and nodded, pulling her forearm across her eyes.

She peeked around in time to see the sole of his large shoe slam into the window. She jerked her head back under the protection of her arm and a scream lodged itself in her throat at the loud sound of his repeated kicking of the window. The car wobbled and crunched against the pavement as Damien delivered one last kick with a grunting force.

That kick didn't do much but widen the hole in the middle of the window. The tiny slivers of glass that broke free fell to the ground and Bailey thought he was going to continue kicking, but he dropped back down onto his belly, looking like he was about to do some push-ups before he shoved his hand through the hole. A hole that had originally been too small for her hand, a hole only made maybe two inches bigger by the kicking.

He held his now horribly scratched, bloody hand out to her. The cuts couldn't even be considered as such. The skin looked like it had been peeled backwards. "Here, as long as you're holding my hand, I won't leave you."

She sniffled and stared at the wet bloody droplets dripping down.

"He's just gonna hold her hand. Yeah, it seems to be working," Grayson said, his voice suddenly sounding so far away. "I think she realized he was just a little crazier than she was. Yeah-"

She reached down and tore at the fabric of her already ripped shirt. Taking the triangular piece of cloth she tried her best to wrap it around the wound before clutching down on his hand. Her eyes focused on his face as he winced slightly, worry etched her features.

"It's definitely working," Grayson said, sounding astonished. "Who even thinks of that after being in a car crash?"

"She wanted to stop the bleeding," Damien spoke so softly had he not been so close she wouldn't have heard him. "Thank you."

She gripped his hand tighter. "You won't leave right?" Bailey asked again, searching for reassurance.

"As long as you're holding my hand, I won't leave you. I promise."