The semi skidded sideways as the rear wheels hit the puddle spanning the inside lanes of the right hand curve. The overpass was almost obscured in sheets of rain slewing across their path as the wind caught the trailer.

Sky felt the cab shift as he woke, instantly alert to the odd movement as the ceiling approached his face, they were going over. What the fuck was going on? He whipped his arms up to absorb the impact, and the harsh crack as his left wrist crumpled, sent searing pain up past his elbow.

Holy fuck! His hip hit the back of the passenger seat, and he saw the driver's head hit the windshield in excruciating slow motion. Through the spider web of cracks, he spotted cars whipping by. The Freightliner was hanging in mid air. He could see Dan folded double under the dash. His buddy wasn't moving. Already beaten to a pulp from injuries early in their adventure, he wasn't even sure Dan was going to make it through this. He'd already decided the driver was done. Why the hell wasn't he wearing his seatbelt? Stupid fuckhead.

He began assessing himself. His wrist throbbed like a son of a bitch, but he could ignore that for a while. He took a deep breath and groaned, he knew what cracked ribs were, and he had them on his lower back. He wasn't sure exactly how that happened but probably when he hit the headrest on one of the seats.

Wiggling his toes, he flexed his legs gently, as the tractor swayed with a sickening lurch, dropping closer to the traffic flowing under the overpass. He could hear sirens approaching and wondered how the hell anyone would be able to get to them.

"Dan! Are you okay buddy?"

A long low groan vibrated through the screeching protests of twisted metal as it continued to stretch. He knew they could fall the rest of the fifty feet to the pavement at any second.

"Stay still buddy, don't move. We're hanging by a thread over the edge of an exit ramp."

"What happened, how did I get down here?"

"We skidded out, jack knifed or something." Sky told Dan.

His seriously tall buddy reached up to grab the edge of his seat with his good arm. The seatbelt which should have held him in place dangled, the lower mount wrenched from its anchor.

"What happened?" Dan asked again, his speech slurred. "My head hurts."

"We wrecked, skidded and rolled. We're hanging off the edge of the overpass."

"Stuck, what happened? Dan was rocking himself and each movement made the crumpled semi cab sway.

Damn it all to hell, he's got a head injury, and a pretty bad one at that, Sky thought. Keeps repeating himself, no short term memory.

"Stop moving, buddy."

"What happened?" Dan sounded angry, and he kept wiggling trying to get himself up on the seat.

"STOP MOVING!" Sky shouted, putting every ounce of command training behind it.

Dan froze, training kicking in to stop his wild struggle.

The glass in the passenger window shattered, and a head poked through.

"Anyone alive in here?"

"What happened?" Dan's repeated question had Sky grinding his teeth, but he put his irritation aside.

"Yeah, I don't think the driver made it. But my buddy is stuck down there under the dash," Sky responded.

The head turned to take in the scene inside the truck. His face turned several shades of yellow under his tan when he noticed the driver, with his head and shoulders through the windshield, motionless legs draped over the steering wheel.

"Don't move, guys. We're securing everything so you can't fall. The fifth wheel is holding solid, and the trailer is still up on the ramp. Injuries?"

"Dan there, has a head injury. Keeps repeating himself, and it looks like he just passed out again. Me broken ribs, but I can breathe, and broken left wrist."

"We have to haul you back onto the ramp before we can get you out of there, hang in there, shouldn't be more than a few more minutes. We're damn good at this." The head withdrew.