was holding his breath and bent to pick up an oxygen mask that had landed on the floor. Major General Williams turned to leave, his eyes lingering for a second on Avery. Was he looking at him? Two seconds later the major general disappeared down the corridor. Avery straightened up, his gaze shifting around the people in the room. The noise level increased instantly. Katsuko was still bagging but her gaze was fixed on the door. That was who heâd been looking at. What was going on there? The male nurse heâd met earlier shouted towards the door, âTwo emergency theatres are open. The guy from the helipad is in the first one. We can take our kid to the other.â There was a tiny second of silence, then it was broken with a little beep. Every head in the room turned. The monitor for the other patient. They finally had an output. Avery paused as the doctor he hadnât even had a chance to meet yet raised his head from the bed. The look of pure relief on his face made him catch his breath. âDo you need the theatre?â Avery asked. He had to. This was another doctorâs ER. He might be treating a patient but this was the military. He had to follow the chain of command. Blake shook his head. âNo. Iâm heading to paediatric ICU.â He frowned for a second. âDo you need assistance?â Avery shook his head. âIs there a surgeon?â Blake nodded. âThen Iâm good.â He turned back to the team. âRight, get the IV fast-flowing, monitor his blood pressure.â He turned back at the nurse whoâd threatened to break his hand. âAre you good to bag?â He could see the determined tic in her jaw. There was no way she was leaving this patient. Another nurse appeared at the door. âWeâve another four trauma casesâtwo paediatric, two adult and about twelve walking wounded.â Avery glanced down at his now blood-splattered shirt. At some point he should really change. The radiographer walked back in and stuck the X-ray straight up on the light box, flicking the switch. It didnât take a genius to see what was wrong. Both of Mahitoâs lungs were deflated. Oxygen wasnât circulating properly because of the penetrating chest injury. If there was no other choice, he could try to insert chest drains but it was unlikely the lungs could reinflate with the spear still in place. It would be foolish to attempt anything like that nowâparticularly when he had a theatre and surgeon at his disposal. Avery shook his head. âLetâs go, folks. Weâre never going to get these lungs to reinflate until we get this spear out of his chest. Someone point me in the direction of the theatre.â âLetâs go, people!â shouted Katsuko. For someone small and perfectly formed her voice had a real air of command. Everyone moved. Monitors were detached from the wall, oxygen canisters pushed under the trolley, a space blanket placed over the patient. Avery kept his eyes on the patient but after a second he looked up. They were all watching him expectantly. There was something so reassuring about this. And heâd experienced it time and time again in the military. These people didnât know him. Heâd walked into an emergency situation with only a wave of his ID. That was all heâd needed. From that point onâearly or notâheâd been expected to do his job. At first heâd been a bit concerned about the chaos. Now he realised everyone had known what to do, but the rush of blood and age of the child had fazed them all. âEveryone ready?â Eight heads nodded at him. âThen, letâs go.â Hands remained pressed to a variety of areas on the little body. The move along the corridor was rapid. The theatre was on the same floor. The porter at the front of the procession swiped his card and held the doors open. A surgeon strode over and nodded at Avery, not even blinking that