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This is just a really random, one-shot story. I wrote this for a creative writing class I had. Hope you enjoy anyways! Leave me a review!
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"I need an IV here!" Jim shouted as he knelt by the prone figure of the unconscious Charlie Buck. Bobby, Jim's partner, rushed over with a backboard and an IV which he immediately inserted into Buck's arm.
"Let's get him into the ambulance!" Jim said as soon as the need as inserted and Buck's vitals were sable enough for him to be moved.
"What the hell happened to him anyway?" Bobby asked as the ambulance doors slammed shut.
"The neighbor who made the 911 call said his wife left him a week ago, and he swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills out of his depression." The ambulance rumbled toward the hospital, and when it arrived, Jim and Bobby rushed Buck inside. As they handed him off to the waiting doctors, Jim looked around the emergency room – so much pain and suffering. Jim turned and watched as the doctors took Buck away, but as he did so a woman around the age of 40 approached and asked
"Excuse me, but are you the one who just brought that man in? He's my brother and I just wanted to thank you" she said as she offered him her hand. Jim smiled back as he shook her hand and said
"No problem Miss, I just hope he'll be Ok – he was pretty shaky on the way over here." The mysterious lady smiled back and said
"I'll make sure of it," then she walked quickly away after her brother. Jim shook his head as he headed back to the rig, just another day as a paramedic.