"Wait!"
Florida stopped in his tracks, holding one end of the blanket of their makeshift stretcher for the patients. Everyone halted at his voice, eyes turning toward him in confusion.
"Florida," Ransom breathed out, already sensing what Florida was about to do. But before he could finish, Florida turned to the other man and transferred the end of the blanket to him.
"Hold this for me," Florida said, catching the man off guard. Still, the latter took it. "I can't just leave the granny behind."
He couldn't bring himself to owe her more than they already did.
Without waiting for anyone's response, Florida turned and ran back down the path they had taken from the brothel.
"Florida, wait—" Ransom's words died in his throat as he watched his colleague sprint back at full speed. He clenched his teeth, realizing Florida was about to risk his life playing the hero.
With that thought in mind, he turned to the others who were helping.
