In the back seat, Camila gripped Isaac's hand.

She nestled into his embrace.

Isaac scrunched his brow and ran his hand through her hair. When he touched her forehead, he noticed it was sweaty.

He gave up on asking questions.

Because he already had it figured out.

His Adam's apple moved up and down.

He took hold of her hand and said, "Mila, you must stay safe, okay?"

"I will," Camila said, managing a smile.

She buried her face in his arms, whispering weakly, “Bowen and Joe are waiting for us to get home!"

She repeated it to herself.

She couldn't die!

Yet, her eyelids weighed heavy.

She must be losing too much blood.

Dizziness overwhelmed her!

Her vision was a blur. "I'm so sleepy, Isaac," she murmured.

Leaning forward, Isaac pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Sleep isn't an option right now."

Camila whispered a faint, "Yes."

"Is there a hospital close by?" Isaac asked Forrest.

After checking, Forrest reported no hospitals were near. “I'll examine her," he declared.

As a doctor, Forrest was prepared to handle emergencies.