It's completely fucking terrifying and considering how fast he's already going by the time they get onto the street, he won't be surprised if they do end up with a cop tailing them on their way to the hospital. Not that it matters, since he will not be stopping until they reach the emergency room.

He reaches a hand off the wheel, clasps his counterpart's shoulder, squeezes hard. Fuck, he remembers this too well: back when he was younger himself and then right before finding out about their father's death. The rising panic is clenching his chest like a vice, but he'll be damned if he's going to let his past self die on his watch. "I know it's hard, but I gotta keep you conscious."