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“You’re working with him tomorrow?”
I smiled and nodded my head eagerly.
“Managed a shift swap. Finally some hours together.”
“On an ambulance,” Gregg said, laughing.
April joined in, so how could I not?
Besides, tomorrow Sean and I would be the King and Queen of LSU 1-8.
* * *
It was New Years. Christmas just last week. I was back on the road working out of Pitt Street.
The pager said collapse, unknown cause. The callout over the station speakers said it was an innocuous R6. Medical.
We screamed toward the scene with beacons flashing and siren wailing. Sean was driving.
It was my turn to look after the patient; the second crewed seat.
I didn’t repeat a mantra. I didn’t need to tell myself something that was already true.
I filled out the job sheet and talked about the weather and what we would have for dinner when we got home.
I checked the intersections with Sean, calling out “Clear” when it was safe to cross.
The siren wailed and the beacons flashed and the clouds built.
I carried the med kit and oxygen bottle. Sean grabbed the defib and handheld radio.
The front door was open. The patient’s daughter standing out in the bare garden, hands wringing.
“Any medical conditions?” I asked as she led the way toward the house.
“No. No medical conditions. I don’t know why he collapsed. I just don’t know.”
“How old is he?” I asked.
“Seventy-three.”
She stood aside at the entryway and I offered her a professional nod of the head. Stepping inside, I saw them. They weren’t visible from out on the front step.
Row upon row. Stacked a mile high. A small path between them.
I didn’t know stepping through that door what they meant.
* * *
The writing had always been on the wall, but for whatever reason, I’d not read it. Or maybe, I'd just not spoken the language well enough; it took a long time for me to become fluent in despair. It took ducks and geese in a house in Belmont. And blue snot down a once white t-shirt. It took an R13 who didn’t want us. And an R24 who was a man disguised as a woman; better dressed than I was. It took two overdoses at once and a pseudo seizure. Surfers with broken backs and diabetics aplenty. A radio call: R4-7-7 and R25 for urgent police assistance. It took a medical alarm when all they wanted was a cup of tea.
It took so many things over so many months.
It took a house full of Weet-Bix boxes.
* * *
Life went on. I did, too. Homecoming Queen. Living the dream.
* * *
Life went on and the clouds grew thick, until they burst apart; too heavy.
And the blood came down in sheets of rain all around me.
