Enduring The Unthinkable

The next time she lifts her head, she sees them lifting him out of the snowed-in ravine and then putting him on a stretcher and then loading him into the back of the truck and driving away.

Tippa hops out of her car, frantically shouting behind the moving rescue truck. "Wait! Where are you taking him?!"

She hops back in her car and tries to follow them. Tippa couldn't drive above 20 miles per hour. The snow swirling across the night sky swirling whiteness was all you could see. The whirling bits of snow slapped hard against the windshield and clinging to her wipers.

Exhaustingly, Tippa drove her car, trying to keep up with the rescue truck. "Where are they taking him? He wasn't injured, that I could see, and he wasn’t totally unconscious! did wake up once! "

Five miles later, they pull up to the hospital and take Ross out of the truck, who is still unconscious! Tippa pulls up behind them and hops out of her car! "What's wrong with him?!" She asked, shaking like a leaf as the snowf