Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews. This chapter is pretty short but I wanted to give McG a voice. We'll pick up with Jaz in the next chapter which will be longer.
McG's POV
While I had been steady as a rock during the procedure, I could barely stop my hands from shaking now. Operating in the field was never an ideal situation. Operating on the woman I thought of as my little sister just made it worse. Her life was literally in my hands.
Seeing her lying so still and pale on the table was difficult. She was normally a tiny ball of energy. I knew I needed to keep myself calm and centered. She needed me at my best if she was going to make it out of this country. There were so many things that could go wrong for her between here and our home. I was careful to restock my medical bag from the supplies that were available to me. I thought of everything that could go wrong with Jaz and tried to make sure I had what I would need to treat it. There were some things I would have liked to have that just weren't available to me. I mentally crossed my fingers that those complications wouldn't occur.
After I had cleaned my instruments, and packed them away, I checked her pulse and blood pressure and both had started to rise into the low end of normal. I ended the transfusion and encouraged Amir to drink the juice and cookies that I had found in the cabinets. Based on those supplies, others had clearly used this lab for blood transfusions in the past.
Top caught my attention, "How long, McG?"
"I would say four hours, at the bare minimum, before we can move her. Even then we'll need to be very careful with her so that we don't cause more damage."
"Understood."
I didn't envy Top his position at the moment. I knew he felt more for Jaz than he cared to admit to us or to himself. However, he didn't have the luxury of solely focusing on her needs. He needed to continue coordinating with Command to make clear headed decisions so that we could all make it home.
