First, Do No Harm
Prologue
"This is Oscar Goldman; I've got a Code Snow White. Our ETA at National Medical is twenty minutes by chopper and I need Rudy Wells on the roof when we get there, with a full emergency surgical team ready and waiting. Jaime Sommers has been shot in the chest, and she's in bad shape. Austin's hurt, too."
He finally paused for a quick breath. "Get the Secret Service on it if you have to; use any means necessary to have Wells there in under twenty." Oscar clicked the radio's 'Off' button and sighed deeply, glancing toward his two friends in the rear of the Medivac.
Jaime smiled at Oscar as she nestled deeper into Steve's arms. "Even I almost believed you," she told him.
"It was the little bit of shakiness in your voice," Steve pointed out. "Gave it just the right touch."
All three sat silently for several minutes, aware of the gravity of the scenario they were playing out, as well as the real-life trouble they'd been forced to confront. Oscar nodded toward the waiting gurney. "Time to get you ready, Babe," he said grimly. "Let's just hope this works."
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