Jerry woke to sirens, someone shaking his shoulder, and a voice calling him.

"Jerry! Jerry, wake up!"

"Huh?" Jerry's head snapped up, and he saw what looked like Derek with a worried look on his face.

"Snap out of it, Extra! The car's just been wrecked!" Derek slapped his face.

"Ow! What gives?" Jerry, fully awake, looked around. "What happened?" he exclaimed.

The car had been elevated, the back end wedged into a ditch at an odd angle. Manfred was unconscious. Derek looked quite banged up himself.

"A car wreck? When?" Jerry looked around, and tried to move. "Ahh!" he reached down to grab his ankle, which had been caught under the driver's seat and twisted painfully.

"Oh, for crying out loud. Don't move." Derek ordered, reaching down to see what he could do about freeing his trapped friend.

"Ah! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Jerry exclaimed, trying not to fight as Derek eased his ankle out from under the seat.

"Don't move it." Derek slowly pulled the shoe and sock off of Jerry's foot.

Jerry kicked this time, but Derek tightened his hold. "I said not to move, Extra! Try and listen or I'll twist the bone even more!" He felt Jerry's ankle and foot for breaks, then tossed the shoe and sock back at him and sighed. "You'll live. It's not broken or anything."

"Uh. . . thanks." Jerry managed, leaning against the door and resting his injured foot on the seat. "Good to know. Can you do anything for Manfred?"

Derek shook his head. "I won't move him. The cops and medics are trying to figure on how to get us out. We landed at a stupid angle."

Jerry looked around again. It really was a weird angle. Derek's seat was higher then Manfred's and the door on Jerry's side practically touched the ground.He wouldn't be able to open the door.

"Wow. That is kind of stupid." he agreed. "Think we can get outta this okay?"

"We've been in worse crashes and come out alive. Manfred's the only one with a serious injury." Derek tapped his forehead with one finger.

"How bad?" Jerry started forward, grimacing as he kicked the door with his injured foot. "Ouch. . ." he swore softly. "This is not cool."

"Yeah. No kidding." Derek agreed, looking out the front window. "How long will it take for them to get us out of the car, anyway?" He leaned forward. "We're stuck, so they should at least try to get us out before they move the car."

"Isn't that how it works anyway?" Jerry muttered.

"Wait, someone's coming over here. Hold on." Derek forced his door open, then glanced down at the floor and picked something up. "Here, take your computer." he handed the laptop gingerly to his friend before jumping out of the car.


"Hey!" Jerry heard someone yell. "What are you doing? You were told to stay in the vehicle. Let professionals handle this, son!"

Jerry heard Derek snap something back in reply.

Twenty minutes later, he saw someone tapping on his window.

"James McFee?" a woman called. "Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

Jerry would have jumped a mile if he wasn't focused on staying still. Gripping his laptop tightly in one hand, he waved to the woman, who he assumed was a paramedic, with the other. "I'm fine, just busted my right foot a little is all." he replied.

"I'm going to open the door. Can you turn try and climb out if I help you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Can I take my computer?"

The woman blinked for a moment, then opened the door. "Can you take your computer?" she repeated.

"S'really valuable. I paid a couple of grand for it." Jerry pointed to laptop in his hand.

"Um. . .Let me see it. I'll give it to you once you get out." she said.

Jerry reached forward and held it out. "You a paramedic?" he asked.

The woman nodded. "Elise McArthur. Call me Elise." she said as she took the computer. "I'm going to leave this up at the ambulance, James. My partner will come back with me to get you out."

"Okay." Jerry nodded. After a couple of minutes, Elise came back with a tall man, who introduced himself as Jack.

"Thanks for doin' this." Jerry said as the paramedics helped him out of the car.

"It's good to help." Jack replied. "You don't even have to thank us."

"You're not banged up anywhere else that you know of?" Elise asked as they helped Jerry up to the ambulance where, as promised, his computer was waiting.

"Nah, I don't know." Jerry said. "I'll find out anyways."

He looked down where the car was, seeing another paramedic and two others who looked like firemen taking Manfred out of the car and placing him on a gurney.

"Is he gonna be alright?" he asked.

Elise and Jack glanced at each other.

"He'll live." Jack said after a long pause. "But he'll probably have a major concussion."

"Concussion?" Derek approached. "From what I saw, that looks like an understatement."

Elise glared at Derek. "Mr. Exen, in situations like these, we try to hope for the best-"

"I know, I understand how the psychology works, but we can take it. We've been through worse. Got any odds?"

Elise's face reddened. "Not at the moment. We can't determine on sight. But he'll live, we can guaruntee that."

The End

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