He dropped what he was doing and ran out of the house, jumped on his Harley, and within seconds was on the street—racing to the hospital, taking back streets to avoid traffic to get there quicker.

Ava ran back. “He’s on the way!”

Dr. Quick nodded, but Davey’s vital signs weren’t as strong as they had been, and he was worried.

The pilot was unconscious and ashen as they wheeled him past her down the hall.

Davey’s parents were in hysterics, and the EMTs were arguing about the legalities of using some untried pilot when Hunt rolled up on the Harley.

He flashed his ID and his pilot’s license.

“Load him up. I’ll get coordinates in the air,” he said, and just like that, their concern for his ability to do this ended.

Hunt glanced at Ava once and then ran for the helipad and climbed inside the chopper, quickly familiarizing himself with the instrument panel as they loaded up the boy. An EMT tapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m Rolly. We’re good to go.”

Hunt began increasing the engine speed. The rotors were spinning faster and faster. The hospital personnel ran back toward the hospital as the chopper lifted off.

Ava watched, her heart pounding, and then they were gone.

“Good call, Ava,” Dr. Quick said.

Ava’s stomach was in knots, but there was another patient in distress to tend, so they hurried to the trauma bay to assess the unconscious pilot.

Meanwhile, Hunt was radioing Medi-Flight and the hospital in Savannah, explaining the emergency that had occurred and requesting coordinates to the destination.

* * *

The flight from Blessings to Savannah was brief, but still hair-raising for all involved.

Hunt could hear the medical team behind him in constant contact with the doctor at their destination and knew the child was in crisis, but he couldn’t think about that. His job was to get them there. The rest of it was on their shoulders and in God’s hands.

They’d been airborne a little over fifteen minutes before he had Savannah in sight. He radioed to the hospital that they were three minutes out and then continued on course.

A couple of minutes later, Rolly came up behind him and pointed.

“That’s our destination,” Rolly said, pointing to the helipad on the hospital roof.

“In my sight,” Hunt said, and within moments, he set the chopper down without a wobble. “What’s your protocol?”

“We transfer the patient and the med chart to the waiting team, and return to base,” Rolly said.

Hunt gave them a thumbs-up and then watched as the bay door slid open. Two team members jumped out, and two stayed inside to help steady the stretcher.