Edward vs. Van 2

If I moved my hands, the back tire of the van was going to fall onto her legs.
	Oh, for the love of all that was holy, would the catastrophes never end? Was there anything else that could go wrong? I could hardly sit here, holding the van up, and wait for rescue. Nor could I throw the van away- there was the driver to consider, his thoughts incoherent with panic.
	With an internal groan, I shoved the van so that it rocked away from us for an instant. As it fell back toward me, I caught it under the frame with my right hand while I wrapped my left arm around the girls waist again and dragged her out from under the threatening tire, pulling her tight against my side. Her body moved limply as I swung her around so that her legs would be in the clear- was she conscious? How much damage had I done to her in my impromptu rescue attempt?
	I let the van drop, now that it could not hurt her. It crashed to the pavement, all the windows shattering in unison.