The ambulance arrived in minutes, lights flaring against the dark windows, and the paramedics moved with practiced speed, placing a small oxygen mask over the baby’s face, checking tiny pulses, speaking in clipped phrases that sounded like another language.
One of them glanced up briefly, eyes serious.
“He’s fighting, but he’s severely dehydrated and very cold,” the paramedic said. “We need to move, right now.”
Nolan didn’t hesitate.
“I’m coming,” he said, and when the girl started to shake her head as if she feared she’d be left behind, he added, “And she’s coming with us.”
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