Chapter 60

Grace’s POV

Emma is unconscious, pulse in the 30s, blood pressure too low. She is clearly unstable. I get busy working, placing a central line so we can get fluids into her as quickly as possible. I hadn’t yet noticed Liam. When I glance at him, he is a shell of my son.

He had pulled back to give us space to work but wanted to be close. “Liam, go ahead and hold that hand, we’re done with that arm. She needs to feel you”. Without a pause, his hand is there. His forehead to the arm. “Liam love, keep holding onto her but I’m going to transfuse your blood into her. She needs blood immediately and we can at least start with some of yours”.

He doesn’t hesitate. He exposes his arm, never glancing away from Emma. It is devastating to see him like this. I continue to assess the trauma, taking note of the dislocated shoulders, fractured ribs, femurs… Jesus, did they run her over with a tank?

I gently unfold the trauma blanket, discovering the brand on her abdomen read