Noah’s POV
I swallow thickly, staring at her for a moment, before I slowly lift my hand, pointing vaguely toward the back of the port, ‘over there about a mile maybe? I can take you to them’ I offer.
The paramedic nods, pulling off the gloves she’s wearing and tossing them into her bag.
‘She’s dehydrated’ she tells Connor, ‘there are some lacerations to her face and body, but most of this blood isn’t hers. I’ve cleaned the wounds, my colleague is calling in more help, and we’ll take them to the nearest hospital where they will be treated before the state steps in to help her and the others.’
Connor nods as he cradles the little girl, ‘so she’ll be alright?’ he asks gruffly.
The paramedic shrugs, ‘physically? Yes, as for the rest? Only time will tell.’ She glances back at the container
