Main character: Douglas McFray.
I really hate it when the caller gives little or no information about the victim or victims. We have no idea what to bring, should the police be called? Is the house safe to enter? But I suppose that comes with the territory of the job, I surely don't like it though. Has Henry pulled into the driveway that already held two cars, so our rig is half way on the grass, we noticed a young man standing on the porch waving at us. Least we know we got the right place this time, I don't want to think about what would happen if we went to the wrong house, we have already done that three times in the past two weeks.
"You ready Douglas?" Henry says has he opens his door and hops out.
"You better damn well believe I am." I reply whiling grabbing the bags with the medicines, bandages, and all those other lifesavers. Henry is already at the door talking to Waving Boy gathering the information. The routine every time, Henry drives and takes charge at the scene, while I make sure all the equipment is well taken care of. I try not to let it bug me after all Henry does have more experience than I do.
"It's upstairs." I can never adjust to Henry calling the victims It's, he says its best not to get attached in any sorta of way so the people we work on have no names. I like a puppy follow right behind Henry's footsteps, the Waving Boy in front of him, carry all the bags on my own, does he forget he has hands too?
"See I told you help was here." The Waving Boy tells a boy slightly younger boy then himself who's sitting on a bed next to the "It". Henry immediately starts checking vitals and applies an IV tube. I know nothing of what's happening I'll find out a few hours later at the station house. So I stand there and try to play it off like I do so Waving Boy and Weeping Boy won't get worried. I know if I had a paramedic who was clueless of what to do I would get very nervous. I'm just a new kid in this field with a partner that refuses to show me the ropes because he must fully be in control of everything.
"Is she going to be Ok?" That's the first words I heard the Weeping Boy say and the first question directed right to me. Henry had been answering Waving Boy's consistent questions.
"Yeah kid she's going to be just fine. I haven't lost a patient yet." Ok that was lie because technically I have never had a patient, so I suppose it is true I haven't lost any. Henry puts the IV bag in my hand and runs out the room without saying where to. I know where to, the rig to get the backboard, why in the hell he doesn't have it brought when we first get to a location I have no idea. I hate being alone with the "it" because what if an emergency occurs I would have to take control and with what I know the Waving Boy and Weeping Boy must likely could be more help. I quickly figured out the Weeping Boy was the it's son, no one said that just by the way he was acting and they looked similar. I was also pretty sure the Waving Boy was not related to the two of them in any sorta of way.
Henry came back with the board and together we put the It onto it. I take the south end and he takes the north end on the count of three we lifted and start right away to leave the room. I don't care if you weigh 20 pounds or 170 pounds when you're on a board like that you become extremely heavy. Stairs are a real pain the ass, why can't people have emergencies on the first floor? Or have elevators installed? Both of the Boys are behind us, the Waving Boy holding the equipment bags that Henry told him to grab. We load it into the rig and Henry jumps behind the wheel and starts the engine up.
"Are you two going to follow behind us?" I ask the Boys.
"Yeah we are." Weeping answers in a tone that says that was a stupid question. Then I take my seat even before I have the door completely closed Henry throws the rig into reverse nearly hitting Waving Boy. I just shake my head in disbelieve and try not to laugh.