"Who cares?" Malcolm said.
The tyrannosaur at the window made a series of soft grunts, followed by a long, menacing growl. It was the big female.
"Sarah - "
But she was already standing up, facing the tyrannosaur. She immediately began to speak, her voice soft, soothing. "It's okay…It's all right now…The baby is fine…I'm just going to loosen these straps here…You can watch me…"
The head outside the window was so huge it filled the entire glass frame. Sarah saw the powerful muscles of the neck ripple beneath the skin. The jaws moved slightly. Her hands trembled as she undid the straps.
"That's right…Your baby is fine…See, it's just fine…"
Crouched below at her feet, Malcolm whispered, "What are you doing?"
She did not change her soft, soothing tone. "I know it sounds crazy…But it works with lions…sometimes…There we are…Your baby is free…"
Sarah unwrapped the blanket, and took away the oxygen mask, all the while speaking calmly. "Now…all I have to do…" She lifted the baby up in her hands. "…is get it to you…"
Suddenly, the female's head swung back, and smashed side-on into the glass, which shattered into a white spiderweb with a harsh crack. Sarah couldn't see through it, but she saw a shadow move and then the second impact broke the glass free. Sarah dropped the baby on the tray and jumped back as the head crashed through, and pushed several feet into the trailer. Streams of blood ran down the adult's snout, from the shards of glass. But after the initial violence it stopped, and became delicate in its movements. It sniffed the baby, starting at the head, moving slowly down the body. It sniffed the cast, too, and licked it briefly with its tongue. Finally, it rested its lower jaw lightly on the baby's chest. It stayed that way for a long time, not moving. Only the eyes blinked slowly, staring at Sarah.
Malcolm, lying on the floor, saw blood dripping over the edge of the counter. He started to get up, but she pushed his head back down with her hand. She whispered, "Ssssh."
"What's happening?"
"It's feeling the heartbeat."
The tyrannosaur grunted, opened its mouth, and gently gripped the infant between its jaws. Then it moved slowly back, out through the broken glass, carrying the baby outside.
It set the baby on the ground, below their vision. It bent over, the head disappearing from view.
Malcolm whispered, "Did it wake up? Is the baby awake?"
"Ssssh!"
There was a repetitive slurping sound, coming from outside the trailer. It was interspersed with soft, guttural growls. Malcolm saw Sarah leaning forward, trying to see out the window. He whispered, "What's happening?"
"She's licking him. And pushing him with her snout."
"And?"
"That's all. She just keeps doing it."
"What about the baby?"
"Nothing. It keeps rolling over, like it's dead. How much morphine did we give him, the last time?"
"I don't know," he said. "How should I know?"
Malcolm remained on the floor, listening to the slurping and the growling. And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he heard a soft high-pitched squeak.
"He's waking up! Ian! The baby's waking up!"
Malcolm crawled up on his knees, and looked out the window in time to see the adult carrying the baby in its jaws, walking away toward the perimeter of the clearing.
"What's it doing?"
"I guess, taking it back."
The second adult came into view, following the first. Malcolm and Sarah watched the two tyrannosaurs move away from the trailer, across the clearing.
Malcolm's shoulders dropped. "That was close," he said.
"Yes. That was close." She sighed, and wiped blood from her forearm.
In the high hide, Thorne pressed the radio button. "Ian! Are you there? Ian!"
Kelly said, "Maybe they turned the radio off."
A light rain began to fall, pattering on the metal roof of the shed. Levine was staring through his night-vision glasses toward the cliff. Lightning flashed, and Thorne said, "Can you see what the animals are doing?"
"I can," Eddie said. "It looks…it looks like they're going away." They all began to cheer.
Only Levine remained silent, watching through the glasses. Thorne turned to him. "Is that right, Richard? Is everything okay?"
Actually, I think not," Levine said. "I'm afraid we have made a serious error.
Malcolm watched the retreating tyrannosaurs through the shattered glass window. Beside him, Sarah said nothing. She never took her eyes off the animals.
Rain started to fall; water dripped from the shards of lass. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning cracked harshly down, illuminating, the giant animals as they moved away.
At the nearest of the big trees, the adults stopped, and placed the baby on the ground.
"Why are they doing that?" Sarah said. "They should be going back to the nest."
"I don't know, maybe they're - "