Edge POV
Then the clubhouse door opened again.
Gage walked through carrying a compact black medical backpack.
Ava looked over.
“Perfect.”
Dad groaned.
“Three medical professionals at my anniversary party. Lucky me.”
Tootsie smiled.
“Keep complaining, old man. Means you're still conscious.”
Nobody laughed much at that one.
Because suddenly Vina wasn't the only person in the room wondering if something might actually be wrong.
And for once, I wasn't going to tell her she was worrying over nothing.
Gage set the compact black backpack on the table beside Dad and unzipped it.
Dad eyed it suspiciously.
“What the hell do you carry around in there?”
“Basic stuff.”
Didn't look basic to me.
Blood pressure cuff. Stethoscope. Pulse ox. Gloves.
Gauze, bandages, and other first-aid su
