Grant nodded his head slow in response to what he heard from Devon, a mix of gratitude and humility washing over his face beneath the mask as the words sank in deep, his eyes meeting Devon's for a brief moment with genuine appreciation shining through the exhaustion and relief.
He moved a couple of steps backward without a word, giving space willingly now, his hands still trembling faint from the adrenaline rush and the near-miss realization that had shaken him to the core.
Devon had done everything critical—corrected the dangerous path with effortless expertise, stabilized the field in ways Grant hadn't seen coming, guided the team through the riskiest part with precision that felt almost superhuman.
All that remained was for Grant to close it up, the final sutures, the routine wrap that sealed success and turned the procedure from potential disaster to triumph.
