Kyla's hello was only met by a soft groan, the cut up brunette letting her head turn to the noise as she whimpered. Malika was messed up, and pretty bad. A cut above her eye was dripping blood down her face, her clothes tattered and torn from the impact. She had several large gashes on her back and legs, the girl opening her eyes and glancing over towards the door. Well, where it should have been anyways. She had flashbacks to the car crash, the girl sitting straight up despite the pain and struggling to get her seat belt undone.<br/><br/>Mali was freaked out completely. She didn't like feeling trapped, and the jammed seatbelt on her waist was the definition of trapped. After a few moments of struggling, she managed to get it off, the girl instantly standing up only to fall back down. Nothing was broken, but the surge of pain in her legs made her weak, causing her to hit the isle hard as she shut her eyes tightly<br/>"W-what happened?"<br/>She asked softly, dark curly hair in her face as she touched her cheek, wiping some semi dried blood off her face as she leaned against a seat gently.