Michael tugged at his watch strap.

He looked down at Noah.

Noah was still clutching his left sleeve tight in his right hand.

The long cotton sleeve hung loose over his swollen forearm.

The fabric was stretched tight over a bend that shouldn’t have been there.

“My son needs to get to a hospital,” Michael said.

“Take him to Saint Jude Medical Center,” Vance said.

“We’ll document the scene and secure the area.”