Emily was just too exhausted to move. She was wet and cold and all she wanted to do was be at home warm in her bed. Stopping such a powerful storm was hard and that little kick of power she had was both frightening and...thrilling at the same time. Being that in control was an amazing feeling. It wasn't like she made the weather, but she was the weather.
She shut her eyes in a little groan when she felt someone turn her over. Why couldn't everyone just leave her be, she was tired, she just wanted to sleep. Her vision was still blurry when she opened her eyes just slightly. Emily couldn't place the figure, but her best guess it was Evan, he probably didn't listen to her and came out to make sure she was okay. He hated when she put herself in situations like this. But she was right, and she stopped it. A weak smile came to her face and said just above a whisper,