Ava's POV
By the time I pulled through the gates of the Razor Riders compound.
I was ready to get out of my scrubs.
It hadn't been a bad day at the clinic.
Just busy.
One kid had screamed bloody murder before I'd even touched him with the needle.
Then proudly announced afterward that it hadn't hurt.
Another had spent most of his appointment trying to convince me.
The tongue depressor was actually a tiny wooden sword.
Then there'd been the four-year-old who refused to let me listen to her heart until she'd listened to mine first.
Normal pediatric chaos.
Honestly?
I'd take it.
After Venezuela, a day filled with runny noses, vaccinations, worried parents.
Kids negotiating for stickers felt pretty damn good.
I parked my Mustang and climbed out.
Blaze's bike was still here.
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