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THE WIZARD'S CONFIRMATION OF THEIR RADAR DIDN'T CALM CAMI as she watched and waited anxiously for their van to emerge. When it came to a tornado, seconds mattered. All it takes is a second to be clutching onto a railing to being thrown into the vortex. She was trembling in her seat, Twyla in her lap and looking worried as well, as they stared at the horizon.
"Javi, it's turning fast!" Kate's frantic voice said over the radio. That only freaked Cami out more.
"How we looking? Wizard, talk to me!" Javi shouted.
Scott was confused surely, scanning the scene for them. Knowing what he knew now about her and her scar, he understood why she was suddenly white as a ghost and terrified to her bones. She was afraid of losing her two remaining friends. Scott had faith, and the tornado was only an EF 1, but they were still dangerous. He wasn't sure if his worry should be matching Cami's or not.
His worry then did when Wizard suddenly radioed, "We lost your radar, Javi. You got eyes on the tornado?" The radio chimed but then cut out with a cracking sound from their end. Something bad had happened.
Cami's eyes began to well with tears and she clutched Twyla closer to her chest. She began to silently sob, her trembling intensifying. Scott caught her movement and felt his heart seize. Though beautiful, he decided he loathed the sight of her tears, of her fearful sobs. Cami was meant to be smiling and laughing and joking, not a shell of herself like this.
The tornado was continuing to move, and Scott realized what Cami had already surmised: Kate and Javi were going to be in the tornado. And somehow, they both knew they wouldn't be so lucky as the wranglers not to be caught up and swept away.
Cami really was intrigued by how the wranglers drove straight into tornadoes and came out unscathed, but now was not the time she wanted to pursue her inquiries.
He couldn't think. His tears consumed him and he was suddenly filled with unmanageable anger that made him want to grip the tip of the tornado in his fist and fling it out into the sky, away from her. He would do anything to stop her tears, to see her smiling face again. She was beautiful, so damn beautiful, even whilst crying, but nothing compared to the joy he had watched for the past day. He wanted the bubbly, cheerful, smiley Cami back. He needed her back.
He expected her to freeze or perhaps even shove him away, but he was pleasantly surprised when, as he reached over the console and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, she immediately found solace in his chest. He expected to be annoyed as his shirt was stained with her tears, the fabric beginning to stick to his chest, but he found he didn't care. He had expected Cami to feel soft and delicate in his arms, but he didn't expect her, for it, to feel so... right.
