It's All Coming Back To Me Now

by Ms Isabella

Joe Cruz has never gotten over the woman who broke his heart when she left to join the Navy. Flight Nurse Taylor Williams has always regretted never being able to get over Joe Cruz. When they run into each other at a scene, will they act on their unresolved feelings? Final chapter now up. Please feel free to read and review. Thanks! Jaylor.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

As the helicopter landed one more time, Taylor wondered if this would be the last transport. Three helicopters were working in tandem to get the most severely injured to trauma centers. She jumped out of the helicopter and jogged across the grass to the triage area.

"Last one," Shay said as she and Dawson pushed the gurney toward the helicopter. "Thanks for all of your help."

"No, thank you two. I've never seen a triage area so organized. Thanks so much for making things easy," Taylor acknowledged. As she looked them over, she saw fatigue setting in. She knew they were exhausted, but they were running on adrenaline just as she was. "If you need us again, call. We can be here in 5 minutes." She handed both Shay and Dawson her business card.

"Thanks. We're good for now."

Taylor jumped in, and took a final look at the horror before her. She caught the name on the back of a CFD turnout coat, and turned pale. Cruz. 'Can't be,'she told herself as she shook her head. 'And even if it is, he's probably married with a bunch of kids by now.'

Cruz watched the helicopter take off, and took one more look at the lady standing in the doorway of the body. 'Can't be,' he thought. 'And even if it is, she's probably married with a bunch of kids by now.' He sighed and started rolling the hose. It just couldn't be Taylor Williams.

Inside the helicopter, Taylor was busy assessing the current patient. Her flight paramedic had taken vitals, and had reported them to her. She attached monitor leads to the chest, and turned it on, then called in to the ER desk, giving report. "Start an IV with Lactated Ringers wide open," she said to her paramedic. She stared at the monitor. It was just as she had expected—tachycardia. "Ok. See you in a few," she said before hanging up and inserting another line. She was just applying the OpSite dressing when she felt the gentle bump of a landing. She hopped out, bringing the gurney with her, and meeting the doctor and a team of nurses on the helipad.

"Thanks, Taylor. We've got it," she heard as the team took off toward the ER doors. She took off her helmet and shook her hair free.

"Joe Cruz," she mumbled. "Damn…."