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together in this shitty situation somehow. It almost took my breath away. It was that strong. I saw her next question clearly manifest on her face, as if I could read her mind like her thoughts were my own. She didn’t need to ask. I scanned the area, yelling over to one of my team members, making sure she’d get whatever she needed as soon as a squad car pulled up.
    “Thanks,” she muttered, still compressing his chest.
    Hearing the added sirens from arriving fire trucks and ambulances was nothing short of a relief, but it seemed to take forever for them to get on scene. I’d been a first responder on numerous occasions, but never had much of a stomach for the sight of torn human flesh.
    “Officer, you can let go now,” some paramedic said to me as he tried to shoulder me out of the way. I reluctantly rolled back off of my knees, very aware how much they hurt from kneeling on the wet, icy cold road. I didn’t want to leave her; we were working well as a team. We’d gotten the kid’s heart to beat again, and I felt like I was abandoning her to deal with the mayhem all on her own.
    My captain stepped to my side and snagged my arm, attempting to tug me away, but I stood firm . I wasn’t going anywhere, not without her, that is. “Come on, Adam. There’s nothing else you can do here. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
    I rolled him off my shoulder, ready to push him away if I had to. She was up to her elbows in trying to save this guy’s life. How she managed to keep so calm and in control was awe inspiring. I wanted to drop back to my knees next to her, soak in some of her power. “No, I’m staying here. She may need me.”
    “Adam.”
    I contemplated slugging him. “I said I’m good.”
    He pulled harder, deliberately knocking me off balance. “Come on, Adam. The EMTs got this. Local PD is here. It’s their show now. We’re just in the way.”
    “I don’t give a fuck,” I growled low.
    Cap got right in my face, staring me down. “I’m not asking, I’m telling.” He gave my chest a shove.
    Respect for the man kept me from doing something rash and stupid, like laying him out right in the street.
    “You’ve got blood all over you,” he pointed out. “Try not to touch anything. Come on.”
    Touch anything? My hands felt numb; icy cold to the bone. That’s when I noticed my leather gloves were soaked with the kid’s blood, causing that chill to roll throughout my body.
    Cap walked me back to my rig while my constant shadow, Ritchie, followed us like a faithful dog—still filming my every move.
    “Shit, Adam,” Cap said, shaking his head in disbelief. He pulled on a pair of latex gloves so he could peel my leather ones off. “Turn your face away until I get these off.”
    I looked back at the scene; that adorable doctor was still at it, working with the paramedics and the fire department to secure the victims.
    “She sure is something,” I breathed out, feeling extremely proud of her for some reason. She met extreme adversity head on, making me admire the hell out of her. Not too many women would have the guts or the tenacity to roll from one shitty situation to another.
    Ritchie’s camera light illuminated the wet street around my feet. Regret for putting her through all of that earlier hit me like a fist to the face, driving my need to right another wrong.
    I leaned in closer to my commander, hoping that my words wouldn’t get recorded. “Cap, the footage from tonight, it can never be aired. That shit will ruin her.” I looked back at her; she was still giving orders, maintaining control of the situation as if she’d done it a thousand times. She was assessing the vics in the other car, pointing, telling people what she needed them to do, without even realizing she was being filmed by a major television network.
    A third ambulance rolled up, along with another fire engine, taking care of the truck driver and the fluids spilled on the road. I wanted to run back to the scene and pull her