"I told you, I did the right thing!"
"You broke protocol, you don't really believe you were right, do you?" he asked me, looking at me like he didn't even remember everything we had been through together
"Screw the protocol!"
"You shouldn't have said that…"
"Screw it! Jerry, man come on when we were working together you would have done the same god damn thing!"
"No i wouldn't have!"
"Don't lie to my face, Jerry! We used to be friends!"
"Mr Parker?" a gentle voice woke me from my dream…well I guess it was really a nightmare. They were normal to me now, I had grown used to them coming and going, flashbacks of different events throughout my life, from 9/11, to the paralyzed kid, to the shooting, to that day all those years ago when I accidentally killed my best friend over a girl when I was just a kid
"Mr. Parker, are you okay?" Mahri's sweet voice asked, her hand on my shoulder. She was a nurse at the facility I was staying at now, and she was one of those nurses that actually really cared. She hadn't gotten completely jaded by the job, she cared for every patient under her care and she and I got along pretty well. She mentioned to me once that she was interested in eventually becoming an EMT with the FDNY and maybe even down the line a paramedic. Ever since then I felt like she was someone I could help, and it had been so long since I had been able to help anyone. Now I was the one being helped, and I miss the feeling of being the 'helper' instead of the 'helped'
"Sorry…yeah I'm ok" I said, looking around the room and becoming aware of my surroundings. It had all been a dream….but I was still angry even though it wasn't real
"Are you sure?" she asked
I nodded "Yeah….it was just a dream…I hope I didn't wake anyone"
She shook her head "Don't worry about it….can I get you anything?"
"No…no thank you"
"Okay…you just let me know if you need anything okay?"
I nodded "I will….thank you"
As she left the room I looked at the clock, it was a little after midnight. A few years ago, I would probably just be on my way home from work still at this time, but now here I was, in an institution where I couldn't help but feel I had no real purpose anymore. I wasn't really depressed over the whole situation, I was used to living there by now and I had accepted it. I actually sometimes even almost enjoyed it because I got along well with basically everyone there, but thinking about the job, thats when I would feel the depression set in again. Any time paramedics would have to come into the facility to help someone, I felt a real pain in my chest, that used to be me. I made my bed, and now I sleep in it, I shot someone to prove a point. I realize now that it wasn't the right way to handle things, but at the time it was all i could think of. I could no longer reason with myself at that point and I took drastic action to stand up for something I believed in. Not a day goes by where I don't wish I could go back in time and change what I did, but unfortunately I can't
Hey guys, sorry it's been so long since I posted any new chapters, I realize this one is very short and doesn't continue the Bosco/Faith storyline but I want to include a little about all the Third Watch characters in this story and this is Doc's POV taking place at the exact same time as the party everyone else is at. I plan on updating on a regular basis again :)