The Crossing
Sandy jerked awake, slightly disoriented. "Wha... who?"
Kim groped around on her nightstand until her hand hit the phone. She answered it. "Legaspi." She was silent as she listened to the person on the other end. Finally she nodded and spoke, "I'll be right in. Yes, yep."
She hung up and rolled onto her back, "Sorry 'bout that."
Sandy rolled her eyes, "Firefighter, remember. A phone is nothing. I'll get out of your way... I'm almost on anyway. Something happen?"
Kim paused, sitting on the edge of the bed, the covers twisted around her. "Train derailment."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
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"Kerry."
Kerry heard her name and met Kim at the end of the hall. Perhaps Kim was right in Doc Magoos. When it was work, they were like a perfect high dive team. Finishing each others sentences, understanding, not just what the other one said, but what they meant. "You have a suicidal ideation?"
They started down the hall, Kim's hand on Kerry's arm. "Young girl in trauma two."
"Does she have a plan?"
"Parked her car in front of a train."
"Oh, I suppose that qualifies."
"Also in a major depression."
They stopped and faced each other in front of the trauma room. "Flat affect."
"No real remorse."
"About the suicide attempt?" For the first time the two women actually looked at each other. Kim looked tired and Kerry seemed weary.
"The train wreck."
Kim took it all in, "Oh my..." Kim paused and they both stood there. The ER had calmed down a bit, they were both doing their jobs and doing them well. "I..." Kim trailed off with a half smile and a shake of her head. "I'll talk to her now."
"Good."
Kim pushed through the doors to the room. "Hi Shannon, I'm Doctor Legaspi."