“I’ll be fine.” Brooke assured the doctor, her voice treacle-thick and scented with blood from where she bit her tongue and hadn’t felt it. At least she could still taste the copper tang. The doctor waved her ahead and into the kitchen, and Brooke trudged ahead.
“Her first, doc.” She said over her shoulder. “She’s your priority.” Unless Algy was hiding some mortal wound beneath his flight jacket, she felt confident putting Livvy at the front of the line.
Entering the kitchen, Brooke moved to the far end of the room, allowing Algy space to bring Livvy in. The doc busied himself preparing the dining table and turning his kitchen into a cottage-core OR. He indicated a chair for her, but she didn’t sit at his invite. Instead, she told him, “I have basic medical training. I can assist.”
“Her first, doc.” She said over her shoulder. “She’s your priority.” Unless Algy was hiding some mortal wound beneath his flight jacket, she felt confident putting Livvy at the front of the line.
Entering the kitchen, Brooke moved to the far end of the room, allowing Algy space to bring Livvy in. The doc busied himself preparing the dining table and turning his kitchen into a cottage-core OR. He indicated a chair for her, but she didn’t sit at his invite. Instead, she told him, “I have basic medical training. I can assist.”