DISCLAIMER
You know the drill. Anything you don't recognize is mine, the rest is property of Disney. Despite chapter title, Aerosmith's song is not used.
Later that night, Greg Sands and his squad was playing cards in their headquarters.
"You know, it's been pretty quiet lately," Kurt Bowman stated.
"That's because the junior EMTS have been taking care of the calls," Greg responded.
"Oh, you mean the high school kids?" Rachel Williams asked.
"Yeah," replied Greg.
"You gotta admire 'em. Not many kids could handle stuff like this," Trevor Burns said with a shake of his head. Just then, their supervisor, Peter Shanks, walked in.
"Guys. We got a call," he informed them.
"What kind?" asked Greg.
"Domestic," was the reply. The squad looked at each other, as they all got a sinking feeling in their stomachs.
"Usual place?" came the question. A nod confirmed their fears.
"Let's roll," said Kurt. With that, they all headed out. Minutes later, they reached the address that they had memorized a long time ago: 2255 Calvert Drive. Kurt was the first one to reach Jamie who was sporting a cut on the right side of his temple.
"Waite, you okay?" he asked as he placed an ice bag on the wound.
"I'm fine, Kurt. This was just a big misunderstanding," Jamie responded.
"A misunderstand? You got detention! How do you misunderstand that?" Andrew roared.
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to calm down," a female officer told him.
"Don't tell me what to do! This isn't your house!" Andrew continued.
"Guys, I'm fine. Just please…go," Jamie insisted.
"Jamie---" Rachel began.
"Just go! Now!" Jamie interrupted. With resigned sighs, everyone did so.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I know you're all wondering why Jamie would insist that the EMTS and police leave, but he's scared stiff and he's stubborn. And as I understand it, the police can't really do anything if he refuses to press charges.