“I’m not going to let
you die, Cal. I’m not going to let you die.”
“Dylan…” Charlie whispered. “Dylan, he’s lost too much blood…”
“No, there’s a… Hang on.” A what? There was a what? Dylan glanced up at
his colleagues, all standing with a mix of guilt and loss on their faces. What
had he told them to hang on for? A chance? A hope? There was nothing. “Yeah,
yeah, okay.” Dylan whispered, stepping back.
Then, there was silence.
“He was attacked.” Dylan explained, his hands hovering anxiously as he
followed Ethan to resus.