“BP dropping!” a medic calls.
“I can see that,” she fires back. “Fluids—now. I want pressure stabilized five minutes ago.”
They move faster.
Because she doesn’t sound injured.
She sounds dangerous.
Clay shifts slightly under her hands.
Barely there.
“Hey,” she says, voice changing instantly.
Softer.
Focused.
Right at him.
“You don’t get to pass out on me now. You hear me?”
His lips part.
A weak breath.
“…kids…”
Even now.
I glance at Lucas.
He swallows hard.
“They’re safe,” Hannah tells Clay immediately. Firm. Certain. “You got them out. That’s done.”
Her hand presses lightly—but deliberately—against his chest.
“Stay with me.”
His brow tightens.
Like he hears her.
Good.
“Pressure’s unstable!” the medic says again.
“I know!” she snaps. “We’re not losing him—so figure it out!”
The room tightens.
No one questions her.
No one slows down.
Because this isn’t just a patient to her.
