*Storm's POV*

"Dame it" I whispered fiercely as I gathered the man into my arms and looked around me, feeling desperate. "You have better wake up, what am I expected to do?" I looked around with fear, what's left of the roughers might come back for us or even worse Scott will find me here. "wake up!" I muttered.

He weighed a ton. Okay, not a ton, but he might as well have. I was not going to wait around for the roughers or Scott to make another try for me. "Fine you big lug, I will have to carry you. You just had to show off, didn't you? You...