Pushed off the road by the sheer force of the tornado, which had made its way to the spring house, the truck flipped and slid into the ditch. Nancy all but leaped from the car and ran towards the truck.

"Scott!" she screamed, hoping that he had made it through the accident alright.

The man tumbled out of the upended truck groaning, clutching his leg. Nancy came to a halt beside him and he looked up, pain clouding his eyes. "My leg… I think it's broken."

Nancy's eyes widened. The tornado was so close… they had to hurry. "I'll help."