Ambulance. Sirens wailing. Lights flashing. Engine roaring.
Sienna clutched Landon's hand. Desperate. Terrified. Like her grip could keep him here. Keep him alive. Keep him breathing.
Paramedics worked fast. Voices sharp. Urgent. Professional.
"Pressure dropping!"
"Start another line!"
"Stay with us, sir!"
Sienna reached forward. Trying to help. Trying to do something. Anything.
"Let me. I can. I need to."
A paramedic grabbed her wrist. Gentle but firm. "Ma'am, let us work. You're in the way."
"But I can't just sit here!" Voice rising. Breaking. "He's dying!"
"We're helping him. You need to stay back."
She pulled away. Pressed herself against the ambulance wall. Useless. Worthless. Watching him die and unable to stop it.
Landon's chest moved. Shallow.
