Evelyn's POV
“You reacted fast back there,” I said. “Judgment was spot on.”
He shrugged lightly, “Lucky, I guess.”
A cool breeze drifted through the trees.
I checked the mother deer while organizing the next steps. “First, let’s make sure there’s no tearing in the birth canal. Keep an eye on any bleeding. Lena, can you track time and vitals for me?”
Lena was crouched off to the side, scribbling down notes. Ben dumped the tools he’d just hauled back onto the ground and muttered, “Feels like I just ran all this way for nothing—everyone else stole the show.”
Lena didn’t even glance up. “If you’d been two minutes slower, you wouldn’t have even gotten the closing credits.”
“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, resigned. “At least I get the tail end.” He sighed and got to work finishing up.
Vernon
