It was funny. The glass he rolled between his fingers. The sirens. People he didn't recognize, asking him if he was okay. He said yes, because of course he was. He was awake. He hurt. He had to get back to Yixing. His eyes closed for a … He had mental images of cars exploding, or other cars crashing into it, and he couldn't stay still. It was a … Yixing looked like he was the one who'd been in a car accident, his face so serious and grim, breath coming in gasps. Hands … …