Scott And Callie Gallagar :episode 2:topsy-turviness
chapter 1
Scott looked down at his hands and frowned as he tried to take off the medical gloves he had been wearing to help stop the bleeding of a victim quickly passed on to better trained medical personnel. His hands looked splotchy and red but he shrugged it off. He could live with a little rash if he saved someone's life. He was careful all the same not to let his family see his hands.
Three weeks later and scott found himself doing CPR on the edge of a cliff by himself. His sister,dad and mother were trying to grab the rest of the people hanging off of the cliff a little ways down. scott wished for an AED, but he had not planned on this. The guy had been fine when they turned up, but it looked like a heart attack had come on suddenly and here he was. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Breath, breath.
"rescue 7 scotty, where are you?" his dad yelled into scott's ear piece. scott spared a slit second to turn his microphone on so that he would no longer have to push a button to talk to the rest of his team. On the other hand it meant everyone could hear everything he said or did. scott responded out of breath trying to keep count of his compressions as well.
"Victim...in...cardiac...arrest." breath, breath "Requesting...back...up...when...possible." breath, breath "One, two, three..." scott went back to counting under his breath. The other rescue truck appeared over the hill and stopped nearby. He barely noticed as his dad appeared beside him, placing a back board down beside them.