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"I can’t let go," she rasped, her face ghost-white. "If I move, he’s gone in ninety seconds."
They found Dr. Aris Thorne (no relation to Elias) pinned under a section of the fuselage. She was conscious, barely, her hands still pressed against the femoral artery of a young local boy who had been on the flight.
For the next eight minutes, the SEALs became engineers of the impossible. Using high-tension paracord and a portable hydraulic jack meant for breaching doors, they didn't lift the plane—they stabilized it just enough for Elias to slide his own tactical medic kit underneath.
As the first shots from the paramilitary scouts rang out through the trees, the "miracle" happened in the mud. Dr. Aris, her hands shaking from exhaustion, guided Elias’s steady, calloused fingers through a field-expedient arterial shunt. "Now!" she screamed.
"I can’t let go," she rasped, her face ghost-white. "If I move, he’s gone in ninety seconds."
They found Dr. Aris Thorne (no relation to Elias) pinned under a section of the fuselage. She was conscious, barely, her hands still pressed against the femoral artery of a young local boy who had been on the flight.
For the next eight minutes, the SEALs became engineers of the impossible. Using high-tension paracord and a portable hydraulic jack meant for breaching doors, they didn't lift the plane—they stabilized it just enough for Elias to slide his own tactical medic kit underneath.
As the first shots from the paramilitary scouts rang out through the trees, the "miracle" happened in the mud. Dr. Aris, her hands shaking from exhaustion, guided Elias’s steady, calloused fingers through a field-expedient arterial shunt. "Now!" she screamed.
