“An elderly woman,” Jake said when he returned, his face pale.
“Buddy’s staying with her.”
The minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness until the distant wail of sirens grew louder.
The paramedics rushed past, their uniforms bright against the earthy tones of the forest.
We followed as they navigated through the trees, leading us to the spot where Buddy stood vigil.
The woman lay there, frail and still, her breathing shallow.
Buddy didn’t move, his eyes fixed on her, as if willing her to hold on.
The paramedics worked swiftly, their practiced hands checking vital signs, administering oxygen.
It felt surreal, like watching a scene from a movie unfold.
I reached for Jake’s hand, finding comfort in his steady presence.
“I think she’s going to be okay,” one of the paramedics murmured, and relief washed over me in a wave.
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