"Adam, we're going to for a probe. Look..." Hunter pointed to the map he'd laid out on the hood of the Range Rover.
Adam stopped filming long enough to look at the map. After all, his field camera still recorded on a tripod. "I agree, plenty of exit roads. Land and rocket?" He asked as he went back to filming the tornado as it continued to tear up the fields.
"I think we have a good chance for both. I'll call Shawn." Hunter rolled the maps and got in the driver's seat to use the radio to call his husband.
"Scout, Rover." Hunter called Shawn.
"Rover, Scout. Hey, Hunt. We were just going to call you. We're going to start tracking your way. Do you want us for a probe?" Shawn's voice crackled over the radio when a flash of lightening arced across the sky.
Hunter chuckled. "You read my mind. Forget tracking. Rendezvous with us ASAP. If we do this right, we could get three hits. If you take Farm Road double J, you will be safe. Hurry, but tell Roman he is driving precious cargo. See you soon. Rover out." Hunter then called Chris. "Rover to ROW."
"ROW to Rover. Yes, you can try for probes. This tornado is tracking steady, looks to be an EF three, so stay alert. Hunter… don't make roads, you have plenty of real ones. Oh, and remind Dean, not to show the rocket launch on the live stream. The University considers them part of the ROW, equipment. ROW out." Chris laughed with an end to the call.
"Don't worry, Lion. I won't let Hunter go off road. Going to try to for three. We will be careful. Rover out." Adam added his response. He then went to pack up his field cameras while Hunter checked the ground probe in the back of the Range Rover.
Adam got his last camera into the car as the siren red Scout truck pulled up and parked behind the black Range Rover.. Dean got out and went to the small rise to keep the tornado on the live stream. He also quietly explained why they had moved. Dean put his camera on a tripod and let the live stream continue as he went to speak to the others.
"Hunter, I know we can't film the rocket probe, but what about the ground probes? Those don't belong to the University." Dean wasn't sure what to do, so better to ask.
Hunter and Shawn looked at each other. Hunter spoke. "Better not, at least on the live stream. Adam will film it for our data. You won't be close enough to film the ground probes anyway. That's why they have cameras in them. I was also thinking, at some point, maybe Roman's drone could be used for some of the live feed. It would really give a different perspective."
Adam nodded as he settled into the passenger seat of the Range Rover. "Good idea, but guys, that tornado is in need of our attention." He pointed toward the storm. The tornado had not only grown a bit larger, it had sped up. The winds flowing towards the storm had also picked up.
Hunter looked at the tornado. "Whoa, yeah, let's get going. Roman, come look at this." Hunter had once again pulled out the map.
"ROW Seth, Dean here." Dean had called Seth to ask a question about the live stream.
"ROW to Dean, go ahead" Seth responded quickly.
"Can you switch the live stream to the Scout's roof top GoPro? I need to help with the probe placement." Dean asked, brow arched even though Seth couldn't see it.
"Will do… now… yup, looks good. Still has the storm in focus. I'll switch it back when you are ready. Be careful. ROW out." Seth worked fast. He and Chris were busy tracking the storm as it grew.
"I will be. Thanks, Seth. Dean out." Dean smiled as he hooked his radio back onto his belt. He stood were the GoPro would pick him up.
"Okay, we have to move. You are now watching the GoPro footage from our Scout truck. I will be back with you when I can. Meanwhile, pay attention and if you are in the path of this storm, take shelter. Keep watching and remember, the truck will be moving so bear with us." Dean ended his explanation then got into the Scout truck.
Seth beamed, he'd taken a moment to glance at the live feed on his phone. "Dean is so good. He's a natural. Chris, the storm ocean is growing. The winds are still feeding the inflow. This thing is getting bigger. Look, the core is tightening." He pointed to the screen as Chris turned to look.
Chris nodded. "This is going to be a long tracker. Where is it to population?" He looked at the Doppler radar screen.
Seth pushed a button, a satellite map came up on the screen behind the radar image. "Looks to be about fifteen miles from a small housing area. There is one big farm in the direct path. Looks to be a livestock farm of some kind. The tornado is headed right for it." His voice was filled with concern. Hopefully the farmer and his family were in a shelter.
Chris sighed. "We can only warn. I've never seen a storm ocean grow like that. What the fuck is going on this season. By the way, put up the vehicle trackers. I want to see where they are." Chris watched as the red and blue dots appeared on the map overlay screen. Seth zoomed in a bit more.
"Okay, Roman. Remember, if it looks too dangerous, don't even try. We will meet back at ROW. Good luck." Hunter laid out the final plan with Roman. He turned and kissed his husband.
Shawn, Dean and Roman pulled out to head for their chosen probe placement location. Hunter and Adam went to their location in the Range Rover.
"Chris, they have moved out. Hunter and Adam are going to place first, I think." Seth gave a nod toward the dots on the computer screen.
Chris looked over at Seth's computer. "Makes sense. Gives Scout more time to adjust if Rover misses. This could be one to get three probe hits..." Chris keyed his radio mic.
"If anyone is listening, they might want to see where the red truck goes, then wait. But please, don't block our probe." Chris had tuned to the channel that he knew Kevin Nash listened to, with a grin.
Seth chuckled softly. "Well, you said a lot without really saying anything. Think he heard?..." Seth was halted by a radio call.
"Anyone out there listening, needs to be watching the best storm chase live feed I have ever seen. Makes it much easier to find things you need. Thanks, Doc." Kevin Nash's voice echoed in the headsets of both Chris and Seth.
Chris keyed his mic. "Scout, ROW. Don't be surprised if a tank shows up. He knows to watch out for the probe. ROW out."
"ROW, Scout. Ten-four. He is already behind us. We're about to place. See you soon. Scout out." Shawn quickly responded. His voice had a slightly higher pitch from nerves. The tornado was very close to them.
"Half mile further, turn left. Quarter of a mile, we'll set the probe." Shawn told Roman as they sped down a gravel road. The tornado was a couple of miles from them. It made Shawn nervous.
Dean leaned up from his seat in the club cab of the truck. He put a hand on Shawn's shoulder. "It will be alright, Shawn. Roman and I will have the probe set and be on our way in sixty seconds. Roman, I'll turn the probe on. Shawn, just sit tight." Dean laid out the plan as Roam turned down another gravel road, the tornado was even closer. Nash followed at a distance behind.
"Sounds good. Be fast, but careful. Hunter will kill us if we break the probe." Shawn still had a nervous titter to his voice. The tornado looked like it was ten times bigger and closer than it was.
"Dean, get ready. Stopping in one minute." Roman took a chance to glance at the GPS and time.
Dean unfastened his seat belt and put a hand on the door handle. It was a three door club cab, so he didn't have to crawl over Shawn to get out.
Roman smoothly stopped the Scout truck and opened the door. Dean met him at the back of the truck. Roman opened the tail gate. Dean flipped the switch on the probe.
"Green, go." Dean called out. Roman took hold of one side, Dean the other. They set the probe on the ground. They both had a hard time walking against the winds that flowed in towards the tornado. The roar was so loud, and their ears popped a bit with the pressure. Lightening flashed and thunder crashed. Roman grabbed Dean by the hand and pulled him back toward the truck. He made sure Dean got in. Roman went to the driver's side and slid in.
They could feel the pull of the tornado as Roman put the truck in gear. He pulled away just as Kevin Nash and his tank stopped about a hundred yards behind the probe.
Shawn looked back and keyed his radio mic. "Good luck, Kevin. Let us know. Godspeed and may He protect you." The tank was out of sight as Roman sped away to safety.
In the tank, Kevin smiled and keyed his radio. "Will do, Shawn. Thanks." Kevin answered in a harried voice. He had to get his huge IMAX film camera into its slot in the turret.
Kevin's navigator, Sean Waltman helped set the camera. The driver, Scott Hall pushed buttons that drilled anchors into the ground. Metal shields came down over not only all the windows, but the tires as well. They were protected as much as possible. Kevin's camera lens filled the only open space. It wasn't a real tank, but it was as close as it could be.
"Oh man, this is fantastic. It is headed right for us. Just hang on boys, we could be in for a rough ride." Kevin had to shout to his team over the noise of the storm.
Sean and Scott put on their helmets and securely fastened their race car style seat belts. Sean, Scott and Kevin also had a three way relationship So, Sean and Scott would follow Kevin anywhere… even to the middle of a tornado.
Hunter and Adam were headed toward the tornado. They had already set their land probe. It was about five miles down the line from the Scout's probe. Now they worked to fire a rocket probe.
"Next left, Hunter." Adam spoke quickly. He had one eye on the computer map and the other on the tornado. He had to make sure there was no sudden shift in the tornado's track.
Hunter kept his eyes on the road. "Got it. Ready?" He concentrated on driving. Adam was in charge of making sure they were on track.
Adam did the thing Hunter hated most. The blond slid through the open window and sat on the ledge. That way he could film the rocket probe, like he always did. Adam tangled his feet in the seat belt. His left hand hovered over the rocket launch button. Adam's right hand held his camera steady on his shoulder.
Hunter made the turn. They were now parallel with the tornado. The swirling cloud was only a few hundred yards away. Adam's blond pony tail whipped around like a snake. It was almost impossible to hold the camera steady, but he did.
Hunter looked at the storm. "Probe ready to fire. Launch on my mark… three… two… one… fire!" He called out over the roar of the storm.
Adam pressed the button. The rocket probe launched toward the storm. Hunter began to speed away just as Adam fired the probe.
"I think it went in!" Adam exclaimed as he untangled his feet and slid into the seat, safe and secure. He put his camera between his feet. They were moving away from the tornado, headed back to the ROW.
Roman pulled up in front of the ROW. He, Shawn and Dean got out. Dean took his camera and climbed up on top of the ROW. He was ready to resume his live stream.
In the ROW, Chris and Seth were excited. "It took your probe, the rocket probe and is about to take the other land probe!" Seth reported as Roman stood on the steps. His fingers flew over the keyboard.
"Can you switch the live stream?" Dean is on the roof, ready to take over from the GoPro." Roman asked as unobtrusively as possible.
Seth nodded. He pressed a button. "Done. Tell him to go." He went back to the probe data.
Roman called up to Dean. "You're on. Please, be careful of the lightening." He had a worried tone to his voice.
"I'm okay, I am sitting lower than the rods." Dean called back down to his worried lover.
Everyone jumped when Chris yelled. "It took the third probe! We've got three probes in!" He was interrupted by a call from Hunter.
"Shawn, we need medical help. The tornado hit a huge farm, a man is hurt. Come ASAP." Hunter sounded frantic. A loud rumble of thunder seemed to emphasize the tone of Hunter's voice.
"We were afraid of that. Go Shawn. Roman, Dean stay. We may have to pull out fast and I want Roman behind the wheel. We don't want to live feed injuries or search and rescue." Chris gave his orders as the leader.
Shawn sprung into action. He quickly looked at the map on Seth had put up on the screen. "I know the place, we passed it. I am off." He hurried to the Scout truck. Shawn drove off, amber lights flashed.
"If anyone is listening, we got the shot! We were hit directly by the tornado and are alive to tell the story. Thanks for the encouragement." Kevin Nash's voices echoed over the radio. It sounded like he was in tears; happy tears.
Meanwhile, at the farm, Adam and Hunter worked on a young man who'd been hit in the head by a piece of flying wood. Another man looked on as blood dripped down his cheek from a cut.
"… we were just about to the storm cellar when Mike got hit. Me and Joe carried him down. Is he gonna be alright?" The farmer was very worried.
Hunter looked up at the man. "We are doing our best. Our Registered Nurse is on the way. Adam, you'd better clean Mister Parker's cut." He was worried. The unconscious man didn't move, and his breath was very shallow. The man didn't look well at all.
Adam took the man with the cut on his cheek to the Range Rover. He eased the man down on the tailgate and pulled out a medical kit. Just as he opened the kit, Shawn pulled into the farm yard.
Shawn got out and took his medical kit from behind the seat. He hurried over to where Hunter knelt down over an unconscious man. Shawn fell to his knees and looked at Hunter.
"What happened?" Shawn asked as he opened his kit and took out a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff.
As Shawn checked the man, Hunter told him what he'd been told by the farmer. "...he's been unconscious ever since. His name is Mike."
At the Scout, Adam finished the bandage on Joe Parker's cheek. "You really need to have a tetanus booster. Shawn may have one, but if not, go get one as soon as possible. You really don't need any stitches." He smiled at the man.
"Okay. How is my brother?" Joe's eyes were pinned on the unconscious man.
"I honestly don't know. Shawn is a Registered Nurse. He will do what he can. What's your brother's name?" Adam asked as he packed up his advanced first aid kit.
"Mike, he's my baby brother. He came here to work for the summer, to make money for college. This is our Uncle's farm. He is going to be so upset. Paul Williams is my Uncle's foreman. Oh, I'm Joe, Joe Parker. Is Mikey going to be alright? Mom will kill me if something happens to him. She didn't want him to come here. She wanted him to stay at home and work in the grocery store. Mike wanted to come here, better money, and working with the cows. He wants to be a Veterinarian." Joe spoke like a robot, his mind was on his brother.
Paul Williams stood and stared at Mike. He then went over to where Joe sat with Adam. "It's bad Joe… really bad..." He sat when Adam got up to make room for him.
Shawn looked at Hunter. "Get the portable defibrillator, hurry, he is crashing!" Shawn cut Mike's shirt and began to do CPR. Hunter ran for the truck as Adam hurried over to help Shawn.
"Ten then breathe." Shawn reminded Adam of the process as Adam prepared Mike for the CPR. He swiped Mike's mouth with his gloved finger, then he tilted the young man's head back a bit. It only took seconds.
Shawn began the chest compression's. Hunter got out the portable defibrillator, it could shock the heart and hopefully, it would once again beat on its own. He also called the Sedgewick Counter 911 Operator. An ambulance was quickly dispatched. Shawn and Adam worked to save the life of young Mike Parker.
At the ROW, Dean ended the live stream. As tornadoes do, as quickly as it began, it roped out and vanished like a wisp of smoke. Now, he and Roman sat in the cab of the ROW as the rain poured down, along with small hail stones.
Seth quickly pressed the series of buttons that covered the radar and protected the extremely delicate instrument from hail damage. Roman also pressed the button to extend the hail protectors on the ROW.
Both Chris and Seth worked to save the data they had gathered from the three probes. Chris chuckled. "I hope Kevin will show us the footage of their hit. I am really pleased for them. They have worked and waited so long for that shot. Dean, what I managed to see of the live stream was really good. You are a great field reporter. Post the video, I bet people will rewatch it. Ha! Take that Styleshit!"
The three college students also chuckled. Dean flushed a bit with Chris' praise. "I just hope it helped people to get to a shelter quicker. I mean they could see the tornado and know it wasn't an empty warning"
Chris looked over at Dean. "I'm sure at least one person was saved from harm. Let's pack up and head to that farm. Dean, please radio Hunter and tell him we're coming." He nodded to Dean and began the process of getting the ROW prepared to move.
At the farm, Shawn and Adam stopped the CPR. "Okay, we have to shock him. Adam set it to two hundred." Shawn put some conductive gel on the two paddles that would send the electricity through Mike Parker's body and hopefully restart his heart.
Hunter stood by the Scout truck and watched along with Joe Parker and Paul Williams. When Dean called to inform Hunter of the ROW's impending arrival, he felt relieved. It was a comfort to have the entire team around.
A few tears fell from Joe's eyes. "He's dead. Little Mikey is dead..." His words faded in a hiccup.
Mike's body constricted as the volt of electricity coursed through his body. Shawn listened and felt for a heart beat. He frowned.
"Adam, let's go to four hundred and pray the ambulance gets here quickly." Shawn spoke as he once again spread the gel on the paddles.
Adam backed off the chest compression's when Shawn spoke. "Clear!" He once again pressed the paddles against Mike's chest. A helicopter was heard in the distance.
Hunter waved a white towel at the approaching flying ambulance. The dispatcher had told Hunter if the weather cleared enough, the copter would be better and faster. Hunter had never been so glad for a break in the weather.
Joe and Paul watched as the helicopter landed amid the ruins of the once beautiful farm house. The two story home had been ripped apart by the ruthless tornado.
Shawn and Adam were so intent on their work, they didn't hear the helicopter land. Hunter ran over to greet the EMT team. He explained what had happened and about Shawn and Adam. The EMT's were impressed not only that storm chasers would help, but that they had real, proper medical equipment, and that Shawn was an RN.
The lead EMT knelt down next to Shawn. The other two took over the CPR on Mike. Adam sipped from the water bottle Hunter had brought over. Adam looked up at Hunter with profound sadness in his eyes. He didn't have much hope for Mike.
"We were ready to go to six hundred. No response after two or four." Shawn explained to the head EMT.
The EMT's worked to hook their own equipment to Mike. "You've done well. Go to six and we will try from there." The man was happy to let Shawn continue, after all the older man was a Registered Nurse.
With a nod, Shawn charged the portable machine. "Charging to six hundred… clear!" Shawn called out to the EMT's who performed the CPR on Mike Parker.
Shawn applied the paddles and squeezed the buttons to release the electrical charge. Once again Mike's body constricted as the charge coursed through him.
After the EMT checked for signs of life, he shook his head. "Resume CPR." The EMT turned back to Shawn. "Can you go to eight? Or is six the max?" Each portable machine varied.
"Yes, it goes to eight. I insisted we got the best machine we could. I've never gone to eight. Will it help, or has it been too long?" Shawn wasn't exactly sure when it became too much. He wished that a Doctor could have been there. He looked at the EMT.
The EMT saw the question in Shawn's eyes. "Let's try, it has worked." He spoke with confidence.
Shawn gave a nod. "Charge to eight hundred. He called out as he put more gel on the paddles. The lead EMT set the machine to 800. It took a moment to recharge as the other EMT's continued the CPR.
Hunter waved to Roman as the ROW pulled into the farm yard. Hunter explained to Joe and Paul about the odd looking semi truck.
"That's the rest of our team..." Hunter waved Chris over to the Scout truck. Chris removed his sunglasses as he joined Hunter.
Hunter introduced Chris to the two men. "… so now we are waiting to see how Mike is."
Chris frowned, he could see that things didn't look good for the young man. "I'm sorry about Mike. He is in the best possible hands. Is there anything we can do to help?" We've got three strong young men here." He nodded to the college students by the row.
Paul shook his head. "Not really, but thank you. We have to leave it as is for the insurance adjuster. Last time we got hit, we started to clean up. The adjuster said that was the wrong thing to do. He has to analyze the damage as it sits..." His words faded as his thoughts went back to Mike.
"Um… could we look around? Seeing the damage patterns will help with our data analysis. We won't be offended if you say no." Chris hated to ask, but, it would help them if they could photograph the damage. Chris could apply it to their data.
Paul nodded. "Sure, if it will help. I've had enough of tornadoes. At least this time we got a lot more warning. I just couldn't get Mike away from the cows. He was trying to protect a newborn calf..." He sniffed deeply at the memory. It was just the way Mike was.
"Thank you, Mister Williams. It will help others. We will be praying for Mike." Chris gave the older man a squeeze on the shoulder.
Chris went to speak to his students. Hunter stayed with Joe and Paul. They all looked over to where Shawn, Adam and the EMT's continued to work on Mike.
Shawn looked on with anxious eyes as the lead EMT looked for a pulse. The EMT frowned. "How long has he been down?" He looked at Shawn.
Shawn glanced at his watch. "Almost an hour. There is no hope is there?" He knew in his heart Mike was already an angel in Heaven.
The EMT sighed. "No. He's gone. Don't feel guilty, you did all you could. Even a Doctor couldn't have done any more. You will need to come to the hospital and sign some papers. It won't take ten minutes. You should be proud of your efforts Nurse Helmsley, and Mister Jericho, you as well. Not many have your skills and equipment. It was simply his time." He gave both Shawn and Adam a nod of respect.
Shawn sniffed deeply. "Thank you. I just wish we could have done more. I'll go talk to the brother. Now, I have to be a Pastor. We will come to the hospital. Can the brother fly with him?" He looked over to where Hunter stood with Joe and Paul. Shawn also saw the others as they looked at the debris.
The EMT looked surprised. "You're a Pastor too? Yes, the brother can fly with us. We will be ready to leave in about fifteen minutes. You did well, you really did." He gave Shawn a slight smile and another nod of respect as he shook hands with the Nurse/Pastor/Storm Chaser. He also shook hands with Adam with equal respect.
"Thank you." Shawn replied simply and returned the nod. He then went to Hunter, Paul and Joe. As he walked away, the flying medical team began to prepare Mike's body to fly.
Shawn went to Joe, but he could feel the love and support that flowed from Hunter. Shawn knew without Hunter, he would be a helpless mess.
"Mister Parker, I am so sorry. Mike has gone to Heaven. We did all we could, I am sorry it wasn't enough. You can go with him. Is there anything we can do for you? As a Pastor, will you let me pray for Mike and your family?" Shawn spoke softly, he was now a Pastor, not a nurse or a storm chaser.
Joe looked up at Shawn. "I saw… how hard… you and… Adam tried… thank you… yes… a prayer… would be… Mikey… mom will be..." He couldn't speak as the emotions poured out and rained from his eyes.
Before Shawn even had to ask, Chris, Roman, Seth, Dean and Adam had joined Hunter. Hunter began the prayer circle by taking Chris' hand in his. Everyone followed suit. Shawn held Joe's hand and completed the circle when he took Hunter's other hand.
"Dear Father in Heaven, grant Mike eternal rest. Let light perpetual shine upon him. May his soul, through Your mercy, rest in peace. May You hold close his family and friends as they grieve for him. Bring them Your peace and comfort. We ask this in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen." Shawn's prayer was simple, but said what needed to be said, and heard. A quite chorus of "Amen" echoed up to Heaven.
The lead EMT stood and waited for Shawn to finish, his own head bowed. When the prayer ended, he spoke. "We're ready. Come with us Mister Parker." He looked at Joe with deep respect.
"Go on Joe. I have to stay here. I will let your Uncle know. I will come to the hospital in a couple of hours. I'm really sorry, Joe. Mike was a fine, upstanding young man. Should I call your mother?" Paul spoke as they all walked toward the waiting helicopter.
Joe shook his head. "No, I will call. Don't call Uncle, I will do that too. He will take it… you see to things here. I will catch a ride back. We can stay in the old bunkhouse. Nothing hurts that rock structure… Mikey loved that bunkhouse..." He climbed into the helicopter. The EMT fastened Joe's seat belt. The others stood back and watched the machine take off.
"Don't worry, Paul. We'll bring Joe back here. Adam and I have to go to the hospital. They need our treatment statements, normal procedure. Hunter, we will take the truck." Shawn spoke with a sad sigh.
Roman spoke up. "Hunter you and Chris go with Shawn and Adam. We will stay here with Mister Williams. We can look for the probes later."
Seth chimed in. Roman, you and Dean go get the probes. Then come back here. I will be alright with Mister Williams."
Chris nodded. "Sounds good. We'll be back when Mister Parker is ready. Boys, find those probes. I am sick of these things killing people. Mister Williams, I am sorry. The boys will help."
The two couples got into the Ranger Rover and sped off to the hospital. Roman and Dean left to find the probes. Seth stayed to do what he could to help Mister Williams.
By midnight, everyone was gathered in the Jericho's hotel room. The storm chasers were lost in thought and for once it wasn't about the weather, or the results of their chase.
"Joe was so upset when he called his mother. Shawn, we did all we could, didn't we?" Adam asked as he sat on the bed.
Shawn looked at Adam. "Yes, we did all we could. The Doctor said so at the hospital. We have to take strength in the fact that we did our best. God wanted a new angel. It's hard to lose a patient, but, it's life… so to speak. Now we have to put it aside. If we don't, we will be too timid to help the next person. Adam, pray for them and for strength. Then let it go, it is the only way to keep from going insane. Lean on Chris, and the rest of us, as I will lean on Hunter. Come to me any time to talk. We are a family, and a family that loves each other. We can get through this. Now, we need to get on with doing what we do, gathering data to help save lives." Shawn hoped to give Adam and the others strength to go on. Sometimes, there just wasn't an answer.
Chris sighed. "Shawn is right, Kitten. We have to take care of each other. We did a great job today. We got three probe hits, did our first live stream and helped Kevin get the shot he's be trying to get for years. Look, lets all get some rest. We have a day or two to forecast where we go next. Last I looked, probably around Dodge City. Now go, get some sleep. Meeting after breakfast."
The storm chasers bid each other goodnight with a lot of hugs and kisses. They were now closer than ever. They truly were a unique little family..
Chris gently held Adam in his arms as his husband sobbed. He didn't mind the hot tears that fell on his chest as Adam let them fall. Adam's head rested on Chris' chest, it was the one place he felt totally safe and not judged for his emotions.
In the Helmsley's room, the older couple mirrored the Jericho's. Hunter gently held Shawn as he too let his emotions out. He knew for all of Shawn's words, it was hard to let go. Part of the reason he fell in love with Shawn was his tender heart; once Hunter had found it under all the crap.
Hunter kissed the top of Shawn's head. He smiled, the soft sobs had turned to soft snores. Hunter pulled Shawn in closer and closed his own eyes. He soon joined Shawn in the land of dreams.
In the room of the three college students, things were quiet. They were so exhausted, they didn't even snore. Seth was in the middle, Roman wrapped around his left side, Dean around his right. The fingers of Roman's left hand and Dean's right hand were laced together. Seth felt so safe and loved. He wouldn't trade their relationship for anything.
Would the storm chasers be able to get their minds back on business, or had the death of Mike Parker jinxed them?