The supplies arrived while Tessa was deciding which request to refuse.
Two treatment sites needed the same portable equipment. The annex needed components that could travel with powered support. The inland clinic had patients already waiting for replacement dressings and lamps. Her table held enough paper to describe every shortage and too little equipment to solve any of them.
The Aegis driver placed the delivery sheet between those requests.
“Donation for the river response.”
Eli read Rook’s office at the top and pushed the sheet back before Tessa had touched it.
“Take it away.”
The driver looked at him, then at the crates in his vehicle. “I need the receiving signature or a refusal.”
“You don’t have either yet,” Tessa said.
