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was shaky and clumsy. She looked in the backseat and saw Quinn dangling motionless with her eyes closed. A quiet groan came from directly behind her—Fredrick.
    After a few fumbling tries, Andi dropped onto the roof. She crouched on her heels and tried the handle, quickly discovering the door was too mangled to give way. But the glass in the front window was cracked.
    Backing up and balancing awkwardly on one foot, Andi smashed the heel of her boot once, twice, and on the third kick, a substantial chunk of window fell away. She widened the hole with her feet, trying her best to avoid the shards.
    Behind her, Fredrick fumbled with his own belt. Andi reached back and pressed the catch for him.
    "You okay?" His voice sounded like Andi felt, tossed apa rt and badly put back together.
    The others had still not stirred. Andi nodded, too unsur e of her voice to try speaking.
    "I’ll go first, then get you out." Fredrick shouldered his way into the front and out the window, keeping his hands out of the glass and letting the jagged edges of the window pull at his thick jacket. He reached back for Andi, hesitating slightly before taking her hand.
    They stared at the car. It was wrapped around the trunk of a giant pine on the edge of the woods, bits of chrome and metal trailing from the road like confetti. Now out of the car, Andi’s shakiness subsided, slowly being replaced by aches and bruises.
    "We’ve got to get the others. Look for something to break the rest of the window and lay over the glass." The calmness in Fredrick's voice steadied Andi further.
    Hunting through the wreckage produced a heavy wrench and an old wool blanket from an emergency kit tucked responsibly into the trunk. Careful to knock the glass out of the car, Fredrick cleared the rest of the window, laying the blanket over the jagged edges. They crawled back in and Fredrick braced Quinn's body as Andi undid her be lt. He softly lowered her down.
    "Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Andi asked, watching her chest rise and fall faintly. The stillness of her face was unnerving.
    "She’s breathing. Help me drag her out."
    They positioned her by the window and climbed out, each taking an arm and pulling her as gently as they could through the broken window.
    "We need to get them clear of the car," Fredrick said. Andi reached for Quinn to move her again but Fredrick shook his head. "I’ll get her. Can you break out the back window?”
    Fredrick bent and managed to get his arms under Quinn’s knees and shoulders. He lifted her awkwardly and gingerly cradled her to his chest. He held his body stiff and unbending, his face an alarming shade of red.
    Kneeling next to Dylan, Andi saw his face was open and peaceful, not things she had witnessed in him so far. It made her feel like more of stranger to him instead of less. Gently touching her fingers to the blood matted blond hair, she was afraid for him. Fredrick came back to help her move him and she quickly took her hand away.
    She could only drag him a few yards before she needed to rest, and that was with Fredrick bearing over half his weight. She didn’t realize unconscious people were so heavy.
    Andi ripped the blanket into strips and wound it around his head, tying it as tight as she dared.
    "Now what?" Andi said, sitting back and turning her gray eyes on Fredrick.
    He sank back on his heels beside her. "We can wait for them to wake up, or try and get help. But I’m not sure about leaving them here alone."
    "I can stay with them," Andi offered.
    "I don’t like to leave you alone either,” Fredrick said, his eyes serious.
    Andi huffed wordlessly at his southern manners. "What if they're bleeding internally? They might not wake up – they could die."
    "I know," he sighed, staring off into the dark woods. "What’s that?" he asked, squinting and pointing into th e permanent dusk of the forest.
    She tried to see in to the shadows. "Is it a wall?"
    "Let's look. Maybe there’s a house close," Fredrick said,