EyeOfSemicolon

Jason’s car glided through the Black Road at top speed - whizzing past miles of the scrolling, arid hills. Every bump got it hopping into the air before landing hard onto the pavement, and each time it shook Jason’s singular grip upon the steering wheel. With his right arm too injured to be of much use, Jason has to rely purely on his left for everything to control his car. From steering to gear shifting, Jason had to move about his body just to get his hand to where it needed to be - and whenever it happened, he could feel his casted arm being pressed uncomfortable against his body. However the one who suffered most was Charlie. Whenever Jason shifted his body, enough to take his eyes completely off the road, Charlie’s heart skipped several beats from sheer panic. He gripped the sides of his own seat in a cat-like manner, with his back pressed far back enough to fuse himself with the material. Even when the road was completely straight with completely zero other cars in sight, it