“I’ve got a child!” Logan shouted over rotor thunder. “Pinned under debris!” Nathan’s pulse spiked, though his voice remained measured. “Condition?”
“Unconscious. Partially submerged. Small frame. Looks about seven or eight.” Harper zoomed the thermal display tighter. The faint glow pulsed weakly, barely distinct from the surrounding chill.
Grant’s voice cut in. “Wind shift coming. You’ve got maybe ninety seconds before we lose stable hover.” Logan wedged one boot against a knot in the timber and reached beneath carefully, slicing tangled twigs with his rescue knife while keeping his center of gravity low.
The dog remained planted, shifting inches at a time as though understanding that one misstep could roll the entire structure. “Pulse is present!” Logan yelled. “Very weak but there!” Nathan exhaled. “Secure the child first.”
Working with practiced urgency, Logan maneuvered the small body free. The boy’s life jacket was torn, one strap missing, likely the only reason he had slipped beneath the log rather than remaining visible on top. As Logan lifted him, the timber rolled dangerously, nearly capsizing. The dog scrambled but repositioned immediately, anchoring its weight over the center again.
“Bring him up!” Nathan commanded. The winch cable tightened, lifting the unconscious boy toward the helicopter. Harper and paramedic Allison Reed reached out, guiding him into the cabin where oxygen and thermal blankets were ready.
Below, the log tilted nearly vertical as the current strengthened. The dog stood alone now, soaked and trembling, staring upward. “Going back down,” Logan said without waiting for permission. Grant steadied the aircraft with visible strain. “Make it fast.”
Logan descended again just as the timber lurched violently. “Come on, buddy,” he urged softly. The dog hesitated only long enough to glance at the empty space where the boy had been. Then it leaped into Logan’s arms, claws digging into his sleeve as the log flipped and disappeared beneath the floodwater seconds later.
They rose together, leaving nothing behind but turbulence.
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