My head was throbbing with pain as I woke up, the metallic tang of blood filling my nostrils. The car was eerily silent, except for the slow, labored breathing of Norway.

I turned my head, wincing at the pain. The car was a mess, glass shards scattered everywhere. It was then I saw the extent of the damage my recklessness had caused.

Iceland was slumped against the window, his face pale. A shard of glass was lodged in his eye, the blood almost dried now. I felt sick to my stomach.

My heart hammered in my chest as I looked at my friends. Norway was leaning over Iceland, his face pale with shock. Sweden was unconscious, blood trickling from his mouth. And Finland... I didn't even want to look at Finland.

I stumbled out of the car, my legs shaking. I couldn't believe what I had done. The forest was silent around us, the only sound was the distant rustling of leaves. I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Norway, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and anger. "We need to get help, Denmark," he said, his voice trembling. "We can't just sit here."