Well I'm in the writing mood since my other stories have stalled a bit, since life is pretty darn hectic. Thanks for reading and being patient!
Heavy Thinking!
Firefighter/Paramedic John Gage looked at the piece of paper in his hand. His fellow paramedic partner Roy DeSoto were in the day room, alone since the engine was on a run.
"Man, I don't know if I look forward to going to this next continuing education seminar," Johnny sighed.
Roy looked up from his book and then looked at his own form. "Yeah medical directives, pretty heavy stuff."
"Yeah, yeah. Medical Directives. It's bad enough when we don't always save someone, but to do nothing. I dunno," Johnny shook his head, his voice wavering.
Roy nodded, "Yeah this isn't what I signed up for either junior," knowing this would set off his partner, but didn't.
"Yeah you know my old man is getting old and.." Johnny had a far away look on his face.
"Thinking of talking to him about it?" Roy crossed his arms on the table.
"Yeah, I'm going to see them at Christmas and it maybe it would be a good idea," Johnny realized how old he and his parents were getting.
"Joanne and I talked about it, you know after Drew died. It might be a good idea. Cause when we go, we go fast," Roy lamented and looked at his best friend.
"Hey don't look at me like that, for all we know we'd go together," reality hit Gage.
"Yeah don't remind me, I'd rather spend eternity with my wife then you Johnny," Roy grinned.
"Well thanks for letting me know where I stand, sheesh I saved your life a few dozen times and this is the thanks I get," Johnny stood up in huff and headed towards the back yard.
Roy stood up, "Now wait one damn minute."