As I come to, flashes of memory zip across my mind. Glass exploding.
I blink.
Sprays of shards raining down.
I try to sit up.
Tendrils of smoke curling up from the bonnet.
My head pounds.
A huge body shielding me.
I try to sit up again but give up, burrowing into the leather seat. My tongue feels like lead in my mouth. "My poor car," I groan in a barely audible voice.