Re: ...continued from up top
Chelsea tried to look up at her friends, but the more she did, the more it hurt. "Careful with the chair, Lisa..." she said weakly, coughing a little. That hurt. "Don't know what condition it's gonna be in. 's sturdy but not that sturdy."
Chelsea tried not to think about her current situation. If her chair was busted, if she couldn't use her hands, what were they going to do? Was the army sending helicopters to airlift the badly injured out? Would she even make it?
Chelsea's mind wandered. No, dumbass, you're not going to die. You gotta make it. You made it through Daytona, you'll make it through this and sell the movie rights.
She tried to move again, but the room started getting very spinny when she did. "I think," she said, her eyes starting to lose focus, "I think I'mma take a nap now. Not feelin' too good." She closed her eyes again and let the comfy black take her once more.