The edges of her vision started to darken to match the world beyond the car, her gaze falling to her bag beneath her. It had been torn open in the accident, its contents discarded along the lining of the ceiling. Her eyes spotted her books, the final chapter of the book just barely visible. The words were fading quickly, her eyelids growing heavy. She struggled to focus on the book, her hand numb as it fumbled for her seatbelt. She needed to remain awake. 