Ended in a Forest
"My arm!" Max screamed out. "I think I broke my stinking arm!"
"What happened?" Hana asked, her voice strained and tight.
Portal Number Seven lay on its side. Tom and the others were in a crumpled heap on top of each other, resting on one of the curved, padded sections that used to be vertical. With more groans and moans, they crawled away from each other. A hissing sound came from outside, followed by something that sounded like electric sparks.
Tom sat up, every inch of his body in pain. He looked over at Max, who was cradling his left arm with his right.
"You okay?" Tom said.
Max looked up, a tear streaking out of his right eye. "Dude, it hurts. It really, really hurts."
"You think you broke it?" Hana asked, rubbing one of her ankles.
"Yeah," Max said, his face squeezed into a grimace of pain. "Ah, man, it kills!" Another tear slid down his cheek. Tom looked away, worried Max would be embarrassed at being seen crying.