It had been a couple of days since the day that my ex girlfriend's life got
taken away. Last Thursday, there was a multi vehicle accident and she had
been working on top of a car that had exploded leaving her dying on the
pavement. The thing about all this is that I just watched her life slip
away from her. I didn't do anything to help it out. I just stood there.
Even though we weren't together anymore, we were still good friends. We hung out together doing anything and everything. I began thinking that we were going to get back together. That is until, well you know.
It was my first day back to work. I was leery about going back. I walked into the entrance of the 55 and looked around. It seemed normal. Walking into the change rooms, I could hear Bosco, Faith, and Sully laughing about something or other. I had my hand on the door for a few minutes before I actually opened to walk in. The three cops stopped their conversation in mid sentence and looked up.
"It's good to have you back, Ty," Faith said patting my back gently.
"Thanks," was all I could reply. I staggered over to my locker and got ready to get changed. The other three just looked at each other strangely.
Apparently I was day dreaming because Sully suddenly tapped me on my shoulder, "Come on, Ty. We've got to go to roll call." He said, looking concerned. "Are you sure you're ready to be back? The boss will understand if you aren't ready you know. "
"No, no. I'm fine. Let's go," I stammered.
Roll call was the same as usual. Some mindless idiots robbing a bank and what not. I honestly don't get why people do it. I mean most likely they will get caught, but they still do it. People these days!
I knew Sully was worried. He kept looking at me in the RMP. It got rather annoying, "SULLY! Stop looking at me like that! I'm fine."
"Sorry. Just you know-"
"Stop. I'm fine! I won't be if you keep annoying me like this, though."
"Fine," he bellowed.
The rest of the shift went fine. We only got a few calls. A few minor calls. I knew that the captain didn't want me to do any tough calls, especially collisions. It was obvious. There were a few calls around the area of where Alex had passed, but Bosco had gotten to them first.
I hated being treated like this. If I wasn't ready to come back to work, I wouldn't have. I was ready. I was ready to do anything I was asked to.
"So, do you want to come have a drink with me?" Sully asked.
"Sure, that sounds good," I answered.
We went to the local pub, Haggardy's. Inside we found, Bosco, Faith, Jimmy, Kim, Doc, and Carlos. We sat at the table beside them.
"Ty. Sully," Doc nodded.
Carlos had his hand on his chin. He was still grieving. He had been so solemn lately. Jimmy was the worst out of everyone. He was on vacation when it happened and didn't find out until he came back. He was sitting in a corner by himself. I decided to go see him.
"Hey Jimmy," I said, grabbing a chair and sitting in it.
"Hi," he said quietly.
"You know, Jimmy, it isn't your fault. It would have happened even if you were there."
"What? Yeah. . . I know, " he muttered.
"She was good, Jimmy. She loved life and everyone in it. I don't know how many times she talked about you, Jimmy. She loved you so much," I said, hoping to make him feel better.
"Yeah, I know."
That night dragged on for a long time. I really didn't want to be there, but I didn't go home either. I had a few drinks, but not many. I wasn't really in the mood to drink tonight.
I finally decided to go home at around 1.30 in the morning. I drove home with Carlos and didn't speak a whole word on the way. When I got home, I went straight to bed.
Even though we weren't together anymore, we were still good friends. We hung out together doing anything and everything. I began thinking that we were going to get back together. That is until, well you know.
It was my first day back to work. I was leery about going back. I walked into the entrance of the 55 and looked around. It seemed normal. Walking into the change rooms, I could hear Bosco, Faith, and Sully laughing about something or other. I had my hand on the door for a few minutes before I actually opened to walk in. The three cops stopped their conversation in mid sentence and looked up.
"It's good to have you back, Ty," Faith said patting my back gently.
"Thanks," was all I could reply. I staggered over to my locker and got ready to get changed. The other three just looked at each other strangely.
Apparently I was day dreaming because Sully suddenly tapped me on my shoulder, "Come on, Ty. We've got to go to roll call." He said, looking concerned. "Are you sure you're ready to be back? The boss will understand if you aren't ready you know. "
"No, no. I'm fine. Let's go," I stammered.
Roll call was the same as usual. Some mindless idiots robbing a bank and what not. I honestly don't get why people do it. I mean most likely they will get caught, but they still do it. People these days!
I knew Sully was worried. He kept looking at me in the RMP. It got rather annoying, "SULLY! Stop looking at me like that! I'm fine."
"Sorry. Just you know-"
"Stop. I'm fine! I won't be if you keep annoying me like this, though."
"Fine," he bellowed.
The rest of the shift went fine. We only got a few calls. A few minor calls. I knew that the captain didn't want me to do any tough calls, especially collisions. It was obvious. There were a few calls around the area of where Alex had passed, but Bosco had gotten to them first.
I hated being treated like this. If I wasn't ready to come back to work, I wouldn't have. I was ready. I was ready to do anything I was asked to.
"So, do you want to come have a drink with me?" Sully asked.
"Sure, that sounds good," I answered.
We went to the local pub, Haggardy's. Inside we found, Bosco, Faith, Jimmy, Kim, Doc, and Carlos. We sat at the table beside them.
"Ty. Sully," Doc nodded.
Carlos had his hand on his chin. He was still grieving. He had been so solemn lately. Jimmy was the worst out of everyone. He was on vacation when it happened and didn't find out until he came back. He was sitting in a corner by himself. I decided to go see him.
"Hey Jimmy," I said, grabbing a chair and sitting in it.
"Hi," he said quietly.
"You know, Jimmy, it isn't your fault. It would have happened even if you were there."
"What? Yeah. . . I know, " he muttered.
"She was good, Jimmy. She loved life and everyone in it. I don't know how many times she talked about you, Jimmy. She loved you so much," I said, hoping to make him feel better.
"Yeah, I know."
That night dragged on for a long time. I really didn't want to be there, but I didn't go home either. I had a few drinks, but not many. I wasn't really in the mood to drink tonight.
I finally decided to go home at around 1.30 in the morning. I drove home with Carlos and didn't speak a whole word on the way. When I got home, I went straight to bed.