“Commander Miller will hear about this before your shift ends tonight.”

“The hospital is ten minutes away,” Paramedic Dave cut in, carefully fitting a rigid plastic splint along Toby’s arm to keep the bone still.

“We need to move him now.”

I lifted Toby into my arms, keeping his head tucked into the crook of my neck as Dave guided us toward the stretcher.

Toby didn’t make a sound, but his small fingers dug tight into the fabric of my navy blazer.

“I’m coming with you,” I told Dave.