DEVLIN

Traumatic brain injury. Isn’t that shit all the unfortunate characters in films always end up with? Chris averts my gaze.

My lips defy me, stretching into a smile that contrasts with the moment.

Fragments flicker through my mind. The road. Headlights cutting through rain. The tree. Then nothing.

That darn accident really got my ass, no?

I push myself slightly upright—my head throbs, a deep pressure behind my skull.

“I’m fine,” I say, matter-of-factly.

“You’re ...