“You’re a doctor,” Lucas states quietly, his eyes focused on his hands and the bloody towel he held against Jax’s chest hopefully preventing his best friend from bleeding to death.
“I’m a trauma surgeon.”
“Is he going to make it? He can’t die.”
Ash is silent for a moment, knowing professionally she can’t make that promise. But the raw emotion in his whispered plea is affecting her more than usual. She looks at him, waiting for Lucas to meet her gaze.
“We’re not going to let him die.”
He stares into her eyes for a moment, resolve banking the fear, and nods slightly.