The crash took the breath out of Mira before she understood what had struck her. Her knees folded into the narrow place behind the frame. She kept her right hand on the control because it was the only fact her body had retained. Metal lay across her left shoulder and upper arm. When she tried to turn, something sharp caught the harness at her ribs and pulled her back.
“Still at the control,” she said.
Tessa answered at once. “Describe what happened.”
“The support dropped a brace. The handle hasn’t moved.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
Mira looked down. The fallen piece had lodged diagonally between a lower crossmember and the wall. Its middle pressed her arm against the frame. She could see her fingers below it. They were moving, though the movement seemed to belong to someone waiting farther away. Pain came after that discovery, spreading from the top of her shoulder into her neck.
“Left shoulder struck. Left upper arm pinned. Fingers moving. I can’t lift it.”
“Any blow to your head?”
