Chapter 67 Emergency Rescue

• They were very far from the hospital and the rest of the pack. As Carson back the truck up, Serena hopped out. “Nobody touch him!” she shouted, holding her arms up to keep the others back. She dropped down on her knees by Logan, grabbing the small light from her pocket. She pulled back his eyelids, flashing the light in them to test his responsiveness. She took his pulse and then listened to his heart. “How far did you carry him?” she asked. They were out in the open now, but there was plenty of woods nearby. Carrying a severely wounded wolf with broken bones and open wounds through the woods was a recipe for disaster. The terrain alone could cause more damage without the proper support on the body, not to mention exposure to so many contaminants.
• If Logan’s wounds didn’t kill him, he could get serious infections from bacteria, viruses, and even fungal infections out in the woods!
• “Through those trees,” one of the patrol wolves said, pointing in a direction. “Yes, but how far?” Serena asked checking the wounds on his neck that were still pumping blood out. He hadn’t bled out completely, but Logan was in dangerous shape. “About a mile or so,” was her answer. Serena groaned and rolled her eyes. Carson parked the truck as close as he could without running over them. Serena had her hands on Logan’s abdomen, feeling around in the bruised areas. He had three broken ribs. His breathing was so light and even though.