It was early in the morning.
The rain stopped, the thunder ceased, and the wind went eerily silent.
Volunteers were cleaning up the mess left by the debris flow and caring for the injured who had been saved out last night.
Inside a single tent for the injured, Cecelia's eyelashes fluttered, and slowly she opened her eyes.
She had a terrible headache and a sore throat. The rain last night brought on a bad cold.
Then she stretched her arms and legs, relieved to find that she was nothing serious.
The scenes of last night came into her mind.
She sat up with elbows and looked down at herself. Her clothes had been changed, and she was now clean inside and out. The scrapes on her arms and legs had been medicated and bandaged.
Looking around, she fixed her eyes on a figure in the corner of the tent. Kevin curled up in a chair with his eyes closed.
