Jaffa, Israel
Bruce Bryden and David Cohen stood up as the doctor entered the waiting area. The man walked towards David and smiled encouragingly. Bruce put his hand on David's shoulder.
“David. Good news. Zachary had internal bleeding, but we managed to get it under under control. He's a tough nut.”
David Cohen looked relieved.
“And Sarah? How is she?” Bruce asked.
“Stable. I think she’ll be fine. She needs rest, but she has recovered well.” He nodded at Bruce. “You saved her life.”
“Thank god,” David said, squeezing Bruce’s shoulder. “Becky wouldn’t be able to cope without her.”
The doctor stuck out his hand and greeted the men. David sat with a relieved sigh and glanced up at Bruce. “That was close. Too close.”
Bruce kneeled in front of the older man and grabbed his knee. “David, we need to get out of here. You guys are sitting ducks. It's a question of time before they regroup and try again.”
David Cohen shook his head. “No Bruce, we're Cohens.” He punched his leg, a determined look on his face. “And Cohens do not run from anybody. We stay and we fight.”