Max didn't waste a second. He lifted Nora into his arms, cradling her fragile form against his chest. Her head lolled weakly against him. As if she had smelt the familiar breath, the faintest of whimpers escaped her cracked lips. Emma pulled her jacket off and draped it over Nora's trembling frame as they rushed toward the road.
"Go! Go! Call the ER in advance. Tell them she's overdosing on the sleeping drugs. She is unconscious, and showing signs of hypothermia!" Max barked the order, and one of the men radioed ahead.
The black SUV doors were flung open, and Max climbed into the backseat with Nora in his arms. Emma sat beside him, checking her pulse and pupils. "Her breathing is shallow. Her pupils are pinpricks, classic signs of opiate overdose."
"We need Narcan," Max muttered. One of the medics in their team tossed the emergency kit over. With steady hands, he administered the nasal spray, gently tilting Nora's head back.
