[ the car dorothy's selected is fairly slow moving, but not in a way she's unused to (she technically could move faster, but from the sound of the engine that's really not a good idea). she's not the only one on the road and there are a lot of others who pass her. she doesn't think much of it until she hears the sound of a tire blowing out, which would be enough on its own to make her tense and anxious, but then she realizes it's not from her vehicle about the same moment as the car that did have its tire blow out slams into the side of hers.
she shrieks as she's jerked forward, her head smacking against the steering wheel as her seatbelt constricts against her ribcage. there's a ringing in her ears as she reflexively throws the car into park, taking a slow, deep breath as she tries to catalog her injuries - bruises, maybe a concussion. it's not long before the man whose car just smacked into hers comes running out and to her door, looking about as freaked out as she does.
(well, of course he does, his tire just blew out.) ]
Are you hurt? [ obviously not too severely if he was able to leave his car to check on her, but there's still the chance that he is. ]
fluxdrift (i'm sorry)
she shrieks as she's jerked forward, her head smacking against the steering wheel as her seatbelt constricts against her ribcage. there's a ringing in her ears as she reflexively throws the car into park, taking a slow, deep breath as she tries to catalog her injuries - bruises, maybe a concussion. it's not long before the man whose car just smacked into hers comes running out and to her door, looking about as freaked out as she does.
(well, of course he does, his tire just blew out.) ]
Are you hurt? [ obviously not too severely if he was able to leave his car to check on her, but there's still the chance that he is. ]