Uhaul

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2/21/23: So, like... my dumbass actually almost died in a house fire this morning HAHA, oops. Am I going to add exactly what happened today into the story at some point? You bet your ass I will LMAO

I do feel bad, because I already beat up Y/n in this story enough as it is, but this particular situation that happened was pretty shitty and I wanna rant about it lol

"Push!"

"Come on, Aaron! Put your back into it!"

"I'm trying!!"

30 minutes later...

There's a first time for everything here. First fire.. First cardiac arrest.. First pediatric call. But I have to say, I never saw a day in my career where I'd have to cut open someone's walls around their own door frame in order to fit them through their OWN DOOR.

Well today was the day, and here were the five of us, dragging our patient through the house and onto the porch.

"Well, don't hurt yourself," Alycia groaned as she pushed, still finding the heart to care about the rookie's wellbeing at a time like this.

Once we got him to the porch, we all stopped for a moment to catch our breath, and I could already feel the sweat soaking through my t-shirt.

"Now.. what?" Aaron breathed out. "Our stretcher is weighted for a max of 700 and he's 750.."

"Looks like we're doing things the good ol' fashioned way," Joel announced, and we shot a confused look in his direction until the order clicked, and we realized that the hauling was far from over.

The five of us worked our butts off loading this guy in and out of the truck, and we were nearly finished physically after just this first call. But something about today told me that things were only going to get wilder (Heh heh).

"Wellness check?!" Aaron called out from the driver's seat. "A mutual aid for Cedar Creek.. Why the hell are they sending us to this?"

"Because Guy Ricketts is a piece of shit." I cracked out, earning a snort from Alycia.

Yeah, I may have pulled him out of a fire and we may have had a little moment, but that doesn't make him any less annoying and any less worthy of being bullied.

Hurt Alycia=bullying... I think we can all agree.

*Squad 1 dispatched for a wellness check for a mutual aid in Cedar Creek. 22051 Park Street. Caller is an elderly woman who's been unable to get ahold of her son*

"Think it's an OD?"

I let out a sigh, plugging the address into the gps and throwing the truck in drive. "If it is, he's probably been down for a while. Guess we'll have to see."

Cases like this were always pretty unfortunate, and it only made it worse when the patient had a loving family that cared enough to check in on him. Best case scenario, the man was just asleep and wasn't answering his phone, but honestly, calls like this could take all sorts of turns.

*Dispatch Squad 1 is on scene.*

"How did we beat PD?"

I rolled my eyes, feeling particularly distasteful of this city's police department. "They probably drove the speed limit."

Here, we like to call them 'speed suggestions.'

I hopped up to the porch, giving a few knocks before taking a step back and peering through the large, living room window. I didn't see anyone, so I tried the door a few more times, pounding loudly with my fist but nobody was answering my calls.

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