Hospitality

Hospitality

Jacob woke up from what seemed to be a coma. He was in a white room, with medical posters and medicines. He assumed he was in a hospital. Tom was sitting right next to him. "Thank God you're alive!" exclaimed Tom. "I thought you were dead!" Jacob could clearly see that Tom was crying earlier. "Can you stand up?" asked Tom. "Yeah, hopefully." Jacob finally saying a sentence. He stood up. He almost fell, but managed to keep his balance. Jacob looked at the telivision across the room. "...and studies say that there is another tornado on it's way to Denver." Jacob and Tom both looked at each other, and back at the TV a few times. The doctors told him he had to go to the lowest floor in a room with no windows. He and tons of other people rushed down to the area, trying to take the best spots. He could already hear the wind holwing. Before he entered the room (which was a huge, dimmed tornado shelter), he looked up at the glass ceiling. The tornado was already at the top of the building.