Deadly Game
I said, crouching down to retrieve the medical kit from the open yellow container.
My fingers wrapped around the cold, waterproof seal of the trauma bag, packing the Ceftriaxone, IV lines, and saline bags into my tactical pack. I zipped it shut, slinging it over my shoulders, and melted back into the shadows of the rain-slicked docks, guided entirely by the dark, steady voice of the husband who was waiting for m