The Girl on the Car
Copyright© 2026 by Heel
Chapter 6
Eira woke in pieces.
At first there was only weight—an unnatural heaviness pinning her to the bed. Then pressure. Then the slow, dawning awareness that her body did not belong entirely to her anymore. Something held her neck still. Something locked her torso in place. Her legs felt distant, abstract, as if they were ideas rather than limbs.
She tried to move.
Pain answered—not sharp, not dramatic, but deep and absolute, a refusal that came from everywhere at once. Her breath caught. The ceiling blurred. A sound escaped her before she could stop it, thin and involuntary.
A nurse was there immediately, hands firm, voice low.
“Don’t move. You’re safe. You’re in the hospital.”
Safe was not the word Eira would have chosen. She could feel the brace cinched around her ribs, the splint holding her leg in an alignment she could not test, the tight wrapping around her wrist. Even blinking felt like effort. Her body was no longer a single thing—it was sections, each governed by its own rules.
“Accident,” the nurse continued, as if the word could contain what had happened. “You’ve been stabilized. You’re going to need time.”
Time. The word felt theoretical.
Later—how much later she couldn’t tell—the room changed. The light shifted. The air felt different. Her pain dulled into something constant, something she could exist inside. That was when the man introduced himself.
He wore a suit that did not belong in a hospital room.
“I’m Martin Kovač,” he said, quietly, professionally. “I’m an accountant. I’ve been asked to speak with you as soon as you were conscious.”
Eira stared at him, trying to reconcile the sentence with the immobility of her body.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.