She tapped the man gently on the shoulder, leaning in so her voice wouldn’t carry too far. “Excuse me,” she began, her tone calm yet laced with urgency, trying to summon the words that felt appropriate in the weight of the moment.
“There’s a situation— a passenger in the back seat needs first aid. I thought maybe… maybe you could help?” For a brief, agonizing moment, the man’s face remained impassive. He didn’t blink, didn’t react, and the silence between them stretched painfully. Then, his expression flickered.