The phone turned itself off.

Luhan swallowed, not wanting to believe it. He pressed down on the power button, hoping, hoping that the screen would come to life again, but it didn't, and the realization that his phone was dead hit hard. It had his breath coming faster than it should have, warring with the sedative taking over his system. He felt nauseated, tired, and when the truck hit a pothole, Luhan couldn't catch himself in time, head knocking against the metal siding, phone bouncing out of his hands and out of one of the slits in the back doors.

From: Baozi <3
did u make it to the safehouse?

No, Luhan thought, sliding as the truck made a sharp turn, everything around him becoming increasingly hazier. I didn't.