The door to the cockpit slides open with a woosh. It’s Hazel.
Her face is almost as distraught as it was the other day.
“A passenger…” she sputters.
Her breathing is hard.
“H-he wasn’t wearing his seat belt. He’s seriously injured back here. We need to get him to a hospital- now.”
I’m on the radio faster than lightning. I need to find a landing strip as soon as I possibly can.
“We’ve got an ambulance waiting for us in Naples, we’ll be there soon.”
Something about the situation seems to have drawn Dylan and I together again. As we land, the frostiness between us has disappeared.
The sky is dark and the lights of the airway twinkle. The Italian ambulances flash as we approach.