𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 [E.Diaz]

Silver Soul

Silver Soul

JOSIE WRAPPED the young girl's arm tight. She could say that as beautiful, as Los Angeles is advertised to tourists, many things are not shown. How people are living in homeless camps under freeways, or sleeping by the beach because they can't afford to live in the city. 

She counted her lucky stars she wasn't living there, and that she had a friend who could help her. Many people come to the City of Angels hopeful and leave soon as those dreams don't work. 

"How did you say you got these burns?" Josie wondered, the girl sniffled wiping her face. "Uh playing with a lighter." She hesitated, the length of the injury she could see through the girl's lies. 

"Look's like a crack pipe burn," Josie spoke, desinfecting it.  "My suggestion is to lay off the moon rocks, that's my medical choice." She says, the young girl looking unamused. 

"Or switch hands." She deadpanned.  She shrugged. "Rehab is expensive, and I'm not exactly living at the Ritz Carlton." The young girl remarked, pointing at her tent. 

"We aren't far from St Francis Center if you want us to take you." Josie offered, and the young girl shook her head. "No thank you, I like this place." She coughed. 

"Well then." Josie grabbed a notepaper from the ground, and a marker, writing down the number for a local homeless shelter.  "I know some who do transportation if you ever need help." She says. 

"Thank you." The girl mumbled, taking it.  "Merry Christmas," Josie says, brushing her pants off. 

The least she could do after her crappy year is to give back to the people.  She pulled the rubber gloves off her hands, sighing at the morning air.  Never growing up close enough to the north to ever experience what she would call a "Picture Perfect, Christmas." 

"I just cleaned up at least three burns, and one stab wound," Derek says, pulling his first aid closer to himself. "Everything you expect from the camps," Josie says. 

"You know I feel bad for them, you know I hate seeing these people not having anyone during this time." He admitted, she shrugged. Josie looked up at the ambulance, her partner Clems, sitting down. His eyes focused on the ground. 

"What's going on with him?" She asked Derek, and he shrugged. "He has been mopey since this morning." He answered. 

"Do you have any idea why?" She wondered. "Okay, you cant tell Geller about this." He begged of her, she raised a brow. 

"What?" She says. He inhaled through his teeth. "So you know at the wedding how everyone was drinking and things?" He chuckled. 

"Well um, Clem's and Levi's cousin starting hitting it off then starting you know hitting it on." He insinuated, she cringed. "Okay, I can infer," Josie says. 

"So I'm just gonna guess it's something to deal with that," Derek tells her, and the both of them walk over to him. She set her first aid down beside him.