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--until the car comes to a stop, upside down. Glass and blood.
Silence.
Andrew takes a moment to understand what has just happened. Gasping for breath, he yanks himself up -- but finds his LEFT HAND is caught under the steering wheel. He yanks, pulls at it. It won’t budge. Smoke and exhaust fumes billow up...
He tugs and tugs and pulls and -- finally -- CRAAAACK -- the bone of his index finger SNAPS. The most painful sound you can imagine. He SCREAMS in agony. YANKS back, staggering...
Pink (9/10/2013)
His hand is free. Bone broken, bleeding profusely.
Andrew crawls out of the car... Rises to his feet... Dizzy, the world spinning... The TRUCK DRIVER who rammed into him is running over--
TRUCK DRIVER
Are you ok???
ANDREW
I -- I need -- I -- my -- my sticks...
He turns back to the car. Bends down to reach back in...
TRUCK DRIVER
No -- stay away from the car, it’s not sa--
Andrew blocks him out. Reaches with his right hand -- the working one -- and goes for the STICK BAG, sandwiched between the caved-in top and the seat. Groaning in pain as he reaches... Gets it.
TRUCK DRIVER (CONT’D)
I’m calling 9-1-1, you’re going to be ok--
ANDREW
I -- I have to -- I have to go, it’s --
it’s three more blocks--
TRUCK DRIVER
(holding him back)
Sir, you don’t have to go anywhere--
ANDREW
Get your hands off me!!!
He yanks free from the Driver’s grasp and starts RUNNING...