Nancy helped Scott to stand, barely registering his hiss of pain through her panic. They began to move towards the spring house, their movements slowed by his useless leg. Scott kept looking back to the tornado, which was getting closer and closer each second. After a few more steps he stumbled and almost fell, Nancy barely able to keep him up.
"Scott, we've got to hurry…"
He looked up at her, his expression sad. "You go. I'm just slowing you down. You have to survive."
Nancy shook her head forcefully, pulling his arm tighter against her body. "We both do."