Dane's Storm by Mia Sheridan

Author:Mia Sheridan [Sheridan, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

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Something heavy was pressing on me and I struggled weakly to break free, crying out in pain when my small movements caused a searing ache across my chest and belly. My teeth were chattering. I was so cold. Freezing. My head cleared, reality rushed in, and I suddenly remembered. Brace for impact. Oh God. We’d been in a crash. There had been birds and then the engines stopped and we’d . . . oh, we’d fallen straight from the sky.

It was cold.

Oh, it was so cold.

“Dane,” I called weakly, my voice sounding tiny and smothered, a croaky whisper. I pushed at whatever was on top of me. It was part of the ceiling—dark gray plastic. Once I was able to put a small amount of strength behind my push, the debris moved, thankfully lighter than I’d thought. Moving it to the side, I realized it wasn’t even the entire ceiling, just several panels that had been above me. I could see sky and clouds and whirling snow. There was a hole in the roof of the plane and I was on my back on the floor, the seat still beneath me. It’d been torn free from the floor, and when I reached up tentatively to feel the place on my chest that still burned, I realized it must have been caused by my seatbelt as it cut into my skin.

The seatbelt was still wrapped around my chest and though I wasn’t sure if it was actually holding me to the seat or not, I reached down and pulled the metal clasp under my right hand and it fell open. The pain eased and I took a moment to bring my hand to my chest again, pressing gently. It ached and the skin underneath my sweater burned. I hoped it was only a surface wound and that nothing internal was damaged. I didn’t seem to be having trouble drawing in a breath, despite my accelerated heart rate.

I called Dane’s name again but was greeted only with silence. My heartbeat whooshed loudly in my ears. Oh God, please don’t let him be dead. Oh God, no. No, not that.

The fear brought a surge of adrenalin and I grasped a large piece of debris next to me and leveraged myself up and out of my seat. Okay, okay, you’re okay. I did a quick assessment of my body as I pulled myself into a crouch next to the seat that had once been bolted to the floor. The ceiling of the plane seemed to be caved in in spots and torn away in others, so I wasn’t able to stand. I walked, hunched over, a few steps, pushing the larger pieces of debris out of my way.

Looking behind me, I gaped when I saw that the entire back section of the plane was gone. Outside, a few snowflakes swirled in a sea of white. Looking forward again, I moved the larger portion of the ceiling panel to the side and that’s when I saw his hand hanging limply in the doorway of the cockpit.

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