principal and school nurse sprint toward us from the school. An ambulance siren wails in the distance. Word spreads fast.
âMaggie, get me the big red equipment box and the small orange one in the back of the van. And Iâll need two blankets.â
I dash back to the van, opening the sliding door, and gather what Gran needs. By the time I return, the school nurse is talking quietly to Mr. Carlson while she checks his vital signs. He seems dazed.
âHere,â I say as I set the supplies next to Gran. She is studying Scout but hasnât touched him yet. âCan I help?â
âHang on,â Gran says. âI need to muzzle Scout before we do anything else. She flips open the large medical kit and takes out a bandage roll. She quickly loops some bandage around Scoutâs long nose.
âHe wonât bite you!â I protest.
Gran ties the bandage in a knot behind Scoutâs head. âAny dog can bite if heâs in pain or frightened, Maggie. You know that.â
The ambulance pulls up, and a police car parks behind it. Two medics start to examine and talk to Mr. Carlson. The police officer walks over to the driver of the Mercedes, whose cell phone has mysteriously disappeared.
âTake down Scoutâs vitals,â Gran instructs as she tosses me a pad of paper and pen. She feels for the dogâs pulse under his hind leg.
âHeart rate, one-forty.â
She uses a stethoscope to listen to his lungs. âRespiratory rate, forty-five.â
The numbers arenât great, but heâs alive.
Gran peeks at Scoutâs gums, pressing them with her fingertip and seeing how long it takes for the blood to refill. She feels the bones in his legs, his ribs, and his spine.
âWe have to get him to the clinic, stat,â Gran says. âI donât think heâs broken anything, but there might be internal bleeding.â
Internal bleeding is bad. If we canât find the source and fix it, he could bleed to death.
Gran spreads one of the blankets on the street next to Scout. âWhen I say three, help me move him.â
I put my hands under Scoutâs hips.
âOne, two, three! â
Gran and I lift at the same time and move Scout to the blanket. Gran quickly covers him with the second blanket. His body temperature is dropping because shock is setting in. When an animal goes into shock, his blood pressure drops. If the shock is severe, like after being hit by a car, it can kill.
The ambulance attendants are fitting a big collar around Mr. Carlsonâs neck. He tells them heâs fine and that he doesnât want to go to the hospital, but they think he needs to be checked out.
âBut, Scout,â he protests. âI canât leave him.â
âItâs OK, Mr. Carlson,â I say over my shoulder. âItâs Maggie. Gran is going to take him back to the clinic. She needs to check him out, too, just like you.â
The attendants help my teacher sit up, then stand. He looks very pale, and there is a giant lump on his forehead. As the medics help him into the ambulance, Gran gets two men who are standing on the sidewalk to help carry Scout to the van. They lay the dog on the floor between the seats. âCan I sit with him?â I ask Gran as I get into the van.
âBuckle your seat belt, and donât touch that muzzle,â she says. She gets in the driverâs seat and turns the key in the ignition. âAnd pray we donât hit any red lights.â
Chapter Twelve
I t takes only ten minutes to get to the clinic, but it feels like forever. Scoutâs condition is getting worse. Heâs breathing in short, shallow pants. Gran said not to touch him, so I donât know what his pulse rate is. It could be racing or dropping. Iâm trying to stay positiveâheâs awake, heâs alive. Weâll save him. Weâve got to save him.
Finally, weâre home.
Gran turns into the driveway of the clinic, the