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He snarled. “I need to get you out of here.”

“Please, Bradi.”

He grunted and gathered Peter into his arms. He glanced back at Marisa. “I dropped your medical bag when the beam hit me.”

She spotted the bag partially wedged under the beam. “I’ll get it.”

“No! I will come back for it.”

They couldn’t wait and she knew it. “Get Peter to the POD. I’ll be right behind you. Give me just two seconds, Janelle. That’s all I need. Go!”

“Doc, I can’t just walk away knowing you’re hurt.”

For some strange reason, she found herself going to her tiptoes, her side screaming in pain, as she tugged on Bradi’s shoulder. He bent slightly and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for coming for me. I promise I’ll be right behind you. I need the bag. You know I do. Go.”

As he rushed off, a wave of dizziness hit her again.

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