Inside the car, John had successfully escaped his airbag and was frantically ripping Isa's away from her face. Tears began to fall from her eyes, and he looked at her and muttered apologies, wiping them. He reached for her door handle, pushed it open and turned back to her. "I'll come get you out, just cover your face, OK? OK?"
She nodded. It took a little more effort to get his door open, and then John ran to the other side of the car and carried Isa out as carefully as he could.
"I'm alright. I can walk John, I'm alright." She said reaching for his face and feeling its features as if to make sure that they were all intact.
He set her down. "I'm... babe I'm so sorry..."
"Don't," she cut him off, "don't say anything.