(I'm going through an re-numbering chapters, because they're off count from the document files and it's driving me bonkers!)
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Opening
“Hey Coby, isn’t your turn to clean out the rig?” Hollister, a tall, pale, brown haired woman called.
“Yeah, I’m coming,” I grumbled, trudging my way over to the rig. The ambulance garage was cold today, given that the outside temperature was something around 10 with a wind chill that put it at -10. Iowa winters could be hell at times, I’ve found. “At least I don’t have to clean out rig 44.”
“What’s wrong with rig 44?” a soft, lisping voice asked, as he walked through the garage.
“Bad accident, patient bled all over the fucking place,” I explained, going to my husband and embracing him. “When are you off tonight?”
“Supposed to be 10, but we’ll see. There’s a big storm coming tonight, so people are trying to get home. The roads are shit, so I might have to fly late,” he said, kissing my cheek. “But I’ll be home sometime before sunrise, I promise you that.”
“Well, fly safe tonight, okay?” I said, as he parted from me.
“I will. You drive safely.”
With that, he walked off, ducking his 6’4” frame through the doors of the ER. I sighed, then grabbed what I needed to clean the rig and got started. Being an EMT was fun, but there were downsides. I hated cleaning the rig, but always ended up having to take my turn anyway. I’d rather be outside, tending to victims, saving lives, and then hearing how well the person recovered. I’m not selfish by any means and I don’t mean to sound stuck up, but there is nothing more rewarding than hearing that someone lived because of something I did.
“Big plans for the weekend?” Hollister asked, starting inventory. We’d just gotten back from a run, so we needed to restock before the next one.
“Yeah, actually. It’s our anniversary tomorrow. 10 years of wedded bliss,” I said, causing Hollister to laugh. She’d been my partner for 12 years and she knew about my marriage. “So we’re going to eat out, go to a show, and then go home and consummate the marriage all over again.”
“TMI,” she said, marking down how many IV needles we had left. “I can’t believe you’ve made it to 10 years. I thought you’d have divorced or killed him by now.”
“Well, it takes patience and work,” I said, thinking about how hard these last 10 years have been. “Once he got clean, it all kind of came together. He found a job he loves and is determined to stay sober for it.”
“How long as he been clean and sober?”
“5 years as of tomorrow. I think the flight crew is throwing him a party on Friday,” I said, wiping down all of the surfaces in the back of the ambulance. “It’s been a better last five years than the first five were.”
“That’s how you met, right?” she asked, bent down to inventory one of the many cabinets on the rig.
“Yeah. I was in training the night he OD’d on cocaine and heroin. My rig got called out and we found him half dead in an alley beside one of the seedier bars in Council Bluffs. We got Narcan going, got him to Creighton in Omaha and somehow, the man lived.”
“He’s got no family, right?”
“He does now, actually. We found his parents shortly after we found him. When we found him that night, he had nobody. We found his ID, we had HR do background checks for family, but there was nothing. So, me and my trainer, a guy named Mika, stepped in as his family. I grew close to him over the weeks he was in the coma and when he woke up, I said he was coming to live with me,” I said, thinking back. “I told him he was going to rehab, no questions asked, and he did. Sometime after he got clean and got back on his feet, we started dating. We dated for one year before I proposed to him.”
“You, Mr. Shaddix, are a strong man. How many times did he relapse?”
“Four. But after the fourth one, he was given an ultimatum: get clean, stay clean, or lose me. He didn’t want to lose me, so he got clean and went back for his GED. Once he had that, he applied for EMT training and he’s been clean ever since.”
“How in the world did he make flight crew?” Hollister asked, pausing to glance at me. Her green-grey eyes reflected her curiosity.
“He was doing his internship, and he got to go along in the helicopter one day. That must have sparked something in him, because as soon as he got back, he said he wasn’t going to be an ambulance EMT, he was going to the flight crew.”
“He must’ve been good; I’ve known EMTs that have been trying for flight crew for years and never made it. Jimmy must’ve had talent.”
“He does. He knows how to fly that chopper in all weather, and once he’s on the ground, he’s ready to lift off at a moment’s notice. When he’s on as a paramedic or flight nurse, he knows his stuff solid. He’s taught the veterans a thing or two out in the field. That’s how he made flight crew so fast.”
We were quiet after that, as we finished cleaning the rig. I had something planned, since it was our anniversary, and I hoped it would go over well. Jimmy thought we were doing dinner and a show, then heading back to our retired farm in Mondamin. After all, that’s where we’ve lived the last 10 years. It was an old, falling down farmhouse, but we invested in it and fixed it up. Now, it’s valued at three times what I bought it for, but we’re not selling. We don’t farm in the traditional sense, but you should see our gardens in the summer.
My plan was, if the weather holds, to take us around Omaha before we head home. We’ll go to all the places that mean the most to us, which are special to us. The place we met will always be a place we go; Jimmy was half-dead outside a bar in Council Bluffs, and I wonder if going back isn’t a sort of reminder for him. From there, we always go see the doctor that took care of him at Creighton, to give him a progress report of the last year. He always has a gift for us and one for Jimmy, to commemorate another year of being clean and sober.
From there, we would go to the place we had our first date, which wasn’t even open anymore. Finally, it would be off to the restaurant for that night to eat, then off to a movie or show, and then back home to the farm for a night of sex. We always managed to get two days off for our anniversary: one to celebrate and one to recover. Jimmy would allow himself one beer on our anniversary, as long as I would drive home. Since this was the only time Jimmy allowed himself to drink, I happily gave up alcohol for the night.
“You’ve got a big smile on your face,” Hollister remarked, as she finished inventory. “What’s up?”
“I’ve got a plan for tomorrow, but I think the weather is going to foil it. We’ll have to go after the big storm,” I said, and outlined my idea. Hollister grinned and gave me the thumbs up, just as our pagers went off.
I listened to the message, noting that the flight crew was being called out to an accident on the interstate. Hollister and I finished with our rig, then went inside to see what was going on.
“Big wreck on 29,” the dispatcher said, as she returned to her terminal. Once she’d gotten everyone mobilized, she turned back to us. Her grey eyes were tired and I knew her shift was ending soon and she would be glad to get home. “I guess it’s starting to ice up and cars are hitting the ice at 70. You’d think Iowa drivers would have a bit more sense than that. We’re used to this!”
“I know,” I said, shaking my head. The drive home was going to be fun, I could already tell. “But this is what it takes, sadly. There’s always a big wreck or two during the start of the storm before people learn to slow down and stay home.”
“Are you guys going to make it home tonight?” she asked, looking at Hollister and I.
“I think so,” I said, nodding. “If not, we’ll get beds here. But Mondamin isn’t that far out, really. It’s mostly our gravel I’m worried about. Seven miles of icy gravel is not my idea of a good time.”
“Then why don’t you move into town?” she asked, with a smirk.
“Because I wouldn’t trade my farm for anything the rest of the year,” I said, and she laughed, shaking her head. “You going to wine and dine that husband of yours tomorrow?”
“I was planning on it, but I guess we’ll have to do it another day, if the interstate is as bad as you say.”
“I wouldn’t recommend going anywhere,” she informed me and Hollister asked her to pull up the road conditions map.
“Ugly,” Hollister muttered, seeing the pink and blue on the screen. “At least 29’s still wet up by Mo Valley and Mondamin. You might make it home yet, Coby.”
“I hope so. I want Jim to make it, too, though. He can’t exactly bring the helicopter home.”
“No, I think the hospital might complain,” Hollister said, laughing. “Why do you guys live so far out? I realize that with the interstate, Omaha’s not that far of a drive, but in the winter?”
“Most of the time, it’s not so bad, since they keep the interstate well cleaned. But nights like tonight it’s not fun. I’m thinking we’ll just get a hotel room or something. We have the next two days off before we have to be back to work, so we can just stay here and have our anniversary on schedule.”
I took my phone out of my pocket and sent a quick text to Jimmy. I knew he’d agree, since he’s out there right now, landing his rig on an icy interstate, waiting to bring back the victims of the pile up. I had been looking forward to getting home, but that was not to be. If the interstate was as slick as it looked, there was no way we were getting home. We both had brand new four wheel drive trucks, but four wheel drive was no match for ice.
“Hey, Coby, what time are you off?” a voice called and I looked up to see Sean Micheals, head of the EMT department.
“In about half an hour why?”
“Can you stay? Anthony called in because of the weather, and so did Megan. They’re coming from Mondamin but said the road was a skating rink.”
“I suppose,” I said, nodding.
“I appreciate it,” he said, smiling. He looked at Hollister and asked her the same question. “You guys only have to stay until I can get someone to come in, and you can sleep here.”
“I’ll do it, I’m not making it home, either,” she said, shrugging. “If it’s bad for the Mondamin crowd, it’s bad for the Honey Creek crowd, too.”
“The crowd of one?” I asked, and she laughed as she punched my arm. “I’m hurt; I can’t stay now, Sean.”
“Nice try, Shaddix,” he said, shaking his head. He looked back at the long rectangular schedule book in his hands. “Careful or you’ll have to call these people and beg them to come in to work.”
“I’m so scared,” I said, laughing harder when he flipped me off.
Sean was about to retort when I heard my husband’s voice over the radio. The helicopter was landing and the first victims were here. The ER snapped into action, one team taking a stretcher to the rooftop helipad, another getting ready to treat the victims. My job was mostly to stand back and wait for a call, since I didn’t do much more than drop patients off. I wasn’t a paramedic yet, though I was working on my certification. If needed, I would transport patients to the units, but otherwise, I had to stand back and wait.
A minute later, the first stretcher rolled in. It was a young girl and she was crying. I was on standby in case anything was needed and watched my colleagues in action. From the sounds of the shouting, she wasn’t in bad shape, despite the amount of blood I could see. I could tell from my stand point that she had at least a broken leg, but there was too much activity to see more than that.
The next stretcher rolled in and this person was unconscious. I knew that Jimmy could, if needed, fit four in his helicopter, so I waited to see who would be next. This person was a woman, and I could see a huge bruise on her face, along with an arm in a splint. I’d bet money she had a head injury, given her state. I listened the chatter around her, keeping an ear on my pager as well. At any moment, I could be called out to another accident, though I hoped it’d be in town rather than on the skating rink that was the interstate.
A third stretcher rolled in, the leader announcing that the chopper was going back out to get more. They were bringing them in three at a time, and no one looked to be in horrible shape. I hoped my husband was safe out there, as I was called in to help triage the front. People were still coming in for non-weather related problems, and they needed care as well. My job now would be to take vitals and get them back into a cubicle to be seen as soon as the current crisis died down. One glance out the windows of the lobby and I knew I was in for a double. Six in the morning to six in the morning wasn’t fun, but tonight, it would be necessary. The snow was flying and already a thick layer blanketed our parking lot. With a sigh, I started taking patients back to our check in room and taking vitals.
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