"Sam? Is that you?"

It wasn't his dad but the voice was one Sam'd heard before. Robbie dragged himself to his feet, jogging over to him with wobbly steps, still barely able to see, and dropped to his knees next to him.

"What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Robbie wiped the blood from his bloody nose off his face. "Did you get the number of that truck that hit us?"

Maybe Sam'd seen what'd happened to them.