“Pressure,” the medic snaps.
“I’m already on it.”
My hand presses harder against the wound.
Olivia flinches sharply beneath me.
I hate that.
“Easy,” I murmur automatically.
Nothing about this is easy.
The medic cuts the rest of her shirt open with trauma shears, exposing the wound fully.
And for one horrible second—
Everything inside me goes completely still.
Blood everywhere.
Her skin too pale beneath it.
The medic swears quietly under his breath.
“Entry wound. No exit.”
Bad.
Very bad.
“Talk to me,” I demand.
The medic doesn’t even look up while packing the wound tighter. “We stabilize her and pray nothing vital got hit.”
Not good enough.
“Do better.”
That finally earns me a sharp glance. “You want miracles, find a church.”
Olivia’s hand shifts weakly beneath mine.
I look at her instantly.
Her eyes are barely open now.
Heavy.
Unfocused.
Still searching for me anyway.
“Hey.”
I lean closer immediately.
“There you are.”
