Chapter 5

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Ronan's head spun as he tried to peice things together.Tornado, Car, Truck, Explosion,Macie,Falling -WAIT WHAT? He snapped back to normal, to late and yelped as he landed in a tree "Ow!"

"Ronan?!" Someone shouted under him. Macie. Oh god.

"Im okay, this dead leaf broke my fall" I pull a leaf out from under me "well now its dead, how about you?"

" I think something is seriously wrong with my ankle" she gasps.

"Okay, uh let me get down there to you" he shifted his position to climb down to her. Big mistake. The branch breaks and He fell, onto her branch, so of course it breaks then to the floor.

"Ow! Nice plan genius!" she spits and drags herself to the base of the tree to prop her back against it.

"Is there a med here?" He yelled hastily

The group is small, around 14 people were stuck in this section, plus 3 that were dead. But a lady in her 30's raises her hand " I am a nurse." She examines Macie's ankle as he looks at the sky. The wind was still howling as a tree blew into the section to the left of them, setting off an array of screams.

"It's a spiral fracture" the woman concludes with Macie, then walks over to him "your friend will be fine, but for you I would need to see."

"What? What is wrong with me?" he looked himself over he looked perfectly fine, his back just itched a lot.

" Sir, the back of your shirt is covered in blood" She says walking behind me.

"What?" He tried to see his back then realized he couldn't after spinning aroun a bit. Then finally came to the conclusion of grabbing the back of his light blue shirt and twisting it so he could see. "Oh." ***Note to self, dead leaves can be deadly.***

"Come over here and I will patch it up for you" She led him to a corner and after 5 minutes of stinging pain, there was a bandage over the gash. He wouldn't be able to go home if he didn't want to feel the pain again.

"Vrmmmm" The motorcycle group was here, interupting his thoughts, of course, wouldn't want any blood on their highway now would they. He was wrong because after that the motorcycle's appread in the sky. Were they beig tossed? There was a glimpse of darkblue hair under a bicker helmet, and then they all turned their motorcycles for the perfect landing. But that last part was only in hishead.

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