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Aspen
The radio crackles again.
Louder this time.
“…we’ve got injuries—”
Everything inside me stops.
“Who?” I demand, stepping forward.
Trigger lifts the radio.
Listens.
His jaw tightens.
“Who is hurt?” I ask again.
He looks at me.
And that’s when I know.
“Havoc.”
The word barely leaves his mouth before I’m moving.
“Give me that,” I say, reaching for the radio.
“Aspen—” Trigger starts.
“I’m a nurse,” I snap.
“Give. Me. The radio.”
He hands it over.
Because he knows.
I press it close to my mouth.
“This is Aspen.”
My voice is steady now.
Focused.
Clear.
“Tell me where he’s hit.”
There’s a pause.
Then Blaze’s voice comes through.
“Shoulder. Head. Possible ribs. Took a blast.”
