#multipleoccupancy | butcher

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@multipleoccupancy

Hughie lost count of how many times the car rolled until it came to its final, shuddering stop. There was scarcely a breath left in Hughie's chest. By some small miracle, the car had landed upright. The seatbelt kept Hughie lashed to the seat and was part of the reason his lungs couldn't expand.

"Butcher," he wheezed out, trying to turn his head to him. "Butcher? Are you okay?"