The officer hesitated but then nodded, stepping back to give them space.

Jonas’s condition was grave, but Sophie’s presence seemed to give him strength. The paramedics worked swiftly around her, amazed and respectful of the child’s determination. The bikers, hardened by years and miles, found themselves moved by this tiny guardian angel in a princess dress.

As the minutes ticked by, Sophie’s resolve didn’t falter. She sang softly to Jonas again, a sweet melody that seemed to hang in the crisp autumn air. The bikers listened, recognizing the tune as one Isla used to sing during their rides. Tears welled up in Hawk’s eyes, memories of his daughter flooding back.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the medics were ready to transport Jonas. Sophie, sensing it was time, slowly eased her hands away. Hawk and the others gathered closer, offering their thanks and protection.