Things started to get back to normal for Alex. She was breathing on her
own, and could sit up and walk a few steps. Of course it was my duty to
help her out through this rough time. Jimmy and I were there with every
moment we could spare. Alex was a trooper. It hard for her to give up, even
when she should have.
"She's really doing well," Jimmy said one afternoon as we were leaving the hospital to go to work. " It's a pity we have to go back to work. I wish we could stay with her longer."
"Me too. If we don't hurry, we're going to be late." I said. I hated to be late for work. I liked to be there early so I could get ready and have a cup of tea before the shift started. It wasn't going to happen. I was riding with Doc that day. Carlos had the flu, so he was at home sick.
We arrived at the station ten minutes later. Jimmy and I went up to the bunks to change into our uniforms.
"You riding with Doc today?" He questioned.
"Yeah. He wants us to check on Carlos. I'd much rather stay in the car, you know?"
Our shift went by normally. Not out of the ordinary. We had a few minor calls and one major. A girl was trapped in a burning. Unfortunately there was nothing we could do, and she passed away. We had dinner at a local burger shop and headed back to the house where we spent the rest of the shift.
I had fallen asleep on my bunk and it wasn't until someone started shaking me that I woke up. It was Jimmy.
"Kim. . . Kim. Wake up. The hospital called, they want us all there to tell us something. Come on."
I looked up at him, his eyes were full of concern. Something was definitely up. Everyone went to the hospital in their own cars, except I went with Jimmy.
"Alex has taken a turn for the worse. . ." the doctor spoke.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"She has slipped into a coma, and we aren't sure if she will awake. I'm sorry," and he left.
I started to bawl on the spot. I collapsed onto the ground, afraid. Jimmy kneeled down, putting his arms around me. He pulled me up, sat down, and put me on his lap. I couldn't control myself. I had already lost Bobby, I couldn't bear to loose Alex. She was my best friend; the only other girl on the squad. This couldn't be happening.
I started to tremble a bit. Time passed and nothing happened. Finally in the wee hours of the morning, the doctor appeared once more.
"I'm sorry to tell you all this, but Ms. Taylor has passed on. "
It was awful to think that something like this could have happened to such a sweet person. All she was doing was trying to save other peoples lives, and look what happened to hers. It was unfair.
Davis came in shortly after sobbing. They had recently gotten back together, and now she had gone. He, of course, blamed himself. That's what everyone did, even me. I thought for the longest time, that it was my fault. Countless people told me that it wasn't, until the one day when my son Joey told me and I believed him. Who knew that all it took was an eight year old boy.
A few days passed and we had the funeral. It was a nice one at that. I read the eulogy. It was very hard on her mom. Her husband had passed away, and now her only daughter.
I look back on my memories I have had with Alex. I remember the first day she came to the 55. I thought she was stuck up, but that soon changed. All the memories I have are good, except for maybe the first one. We never fought. We were best friends.
It is still hard to think of her, and I occasionally cry, but all I have to do is remember all of the good times I've had with my best friend.
"She's really doing well," Jimmy said one afternoon as we were leaving the hospital to go to work. " It's a pity we have to go back to work. I wish we could stay with her longer."
"Me too. If we don't hurry, we're going to be late." I said. I hated to be late for work. I liked to be there early so I could get ready and have a cup of tea before the shift started. It wasn't going to happen. I was riding with Doc that day. Carlos had the flu, so he was at home sick.
We arrived at the station ten minutes later. Jimmy and I went up to the bunks to change into our uniforms.
"You riding with Doc today?" He questioned.
"Yeah. He wants us to check on Carlos. I'd much rather stay in the car, you know?"
Our shift went by normally. Not out of the ordinary. We had a few minor calls and one major. A girl was trapped in a burning. Unfortunately there was nothing we could do, and she passed away. We had dinner at a local burger shop and headed back to the house where we spent the rest of the shift.
I had fallen asleep on my bunk and it wasn't until someone started shaking me that I woke up. It was Jimmy.
"Kim. . . Kim. Wake up. The hospital called, they want us all there to tell us something. Come on."
I looked up at him, his eyes were full of concern. Something was definitely up. Everyone went to the hospital in their own cars, except I went with Jimmy.
"Alex has taken a turn for the worse. . ." the doctor spoke.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"She has slipped into a coma, and we aren't sure if she will awake. I'm sorry," and he left.
I started to bawl on the spot. I collapsed onto the ground, afraid. Jimmy kneeled down, putting his arms around me. He pulled me up, sat down, and put me on his lap. I couldn't control myself. I had already lost Bobby, I couldn't bear to loose Alex. She was my best friend; the only other girl on the squad. This couldn't be happening.
I started to tremble a bit. Time passed and nothing happened. Finally in the wee hours of the morning, the doctor appeared once more.
"I'm sorry to tell you all this, but Ms. Taylor has passed on. "
It was awful to think that something like this could have happened to such a sweet person. All she was doing was trying to save other peoples lives, and look what happened to hers. It was unfair.
Davis came in shortly after sobbing. They had recently gotten back together, and now she had gone. He, of course, blamed himself. That's what everyone did, even me. I thought for the longest time, that it was my fault. Countless people told me that it wasn't, until the one day when my son Joey told me and I believed him. Who knew that all it took was an eight year old boy.
A few days passed and we had the funeral. It was a nice one at that. I read the eulogy. It was very hard on her mom. Her husband had passed away, and now her only daughter.
I look back on my memories I have had with Alex. I remember the first day she came to the 55. I thought she was stuck up, but that soon changed. All the memories I have are good, except for maybe the first one. We never fought. We were best friends.
It is still hard to think of her, and I occasionally cry, but all I have to do is remember all of the good times I've had with my best friend.