As soon as we broke through the door, she buried her face into my jacket and whispered something I couldn’t hear over the chaos of sirens and shouting.

I handed her off to the med team and stayed until they confirmed she was stable.

Then I asked, “What did she say?”

An EMT leaned in.
“She keeps asking for someone. Repeating the same name.”

“What name?” I asked.

“Liam,” she said. “Over and over. Liam. Liam. Liam.”

I froze.