My Fiancée Replaced Me While I Was Dying

Summary

The semi-truck was a runaway missile. One second, I was rushing toward the biggest company launch of the quarter; the next, a screech of tires, an eruption of metal, and the world was just fire and twisted steel.

It was my best friend, Dustin “Dust” Rhodes, who dragged me from the wreckage. He didn't make it out unscathed; a shard of shrapnel from the explosion caught him.

Lying in the trauma bay, barely conscious, I watched him, bandaged and pale, call my fiancée, Seraphina “Sera” Lowell.