She grabbed his jacket and pulled, but the wreckage wouldn't budge. The heat was becoming unbearable, singing her eyelashes. She desperately scanned the debris and spotted a jagged, detached strut from the truck's suspension.
Grabbing the blistering hot metal, Chloe ignored the agonizing searing pain in her palms. She wedged the steel bar beneath the bike's frame and threw her entire body weight onto it, using it as a lever. The wreckage groaned and shifted just enough.
With a final, desperate surge of adrenaline, Chloe dropped the bar, grabbed the man by his leather vest, and dragged him backward across the asphalt.
She hauled him ten, twenty, thirty feet away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Suddenly, a massive concussive force hit her from behind. The shockwave of the exploding truck threw them both into the dust. Chloe hit the ground hard, her vision swimming with sparks before the world faded to black.
Chloe awoke to the harsh, sterile lights of a hospital room.
The first thing she registered was the throbbing, agonizing pain in her hands, which were heavily wrapped in thick white bandages. The second thing she noticed was the man standing at the foot of her bed.