“You’ve had enough. Busted and I will…” Busted had already started down the road, and was barking and looking back.
“It’s all right,” Elvis told me, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “You did great. But I can move faster…well, get these kids back to the limo.”
I knew he was not just letting me off the hook, but himself as well. I knew I could help more, too, but I did as he asked. The minute I knew my part of the heroics was over, I could feel every scrape and cut on my body. I almost keeled over as he passed me the smaller boy.
I carried both of the little ones and the other boy took hold of my shirt and would not let go. We walked gingerly back to the limo to find Brandon had set up a rough triage station already. He had all the snacks and water that he could find laid out, and was holding the little girl while the mother was busy being sick behind the car. We hugged, babies and all, and then laughed nervously. Then I went and joined the woman in the throwing up section.