I Am Morgan

Chapter 27: A Nuisance Call

"Last order of business. I'm gonna need a couple of volunteers to help me with the new wellness program for this house." Chief says and I instantly raise my hand as a volunteer. We're in the briefing room, yet again being told more changes that Ms. McLoed is pushing onto us. "It involves workshops, physical exams. I believe we all have to have some new kind of fitness diary. So, volunteers?"

I keep my hand raised, "I'll do it." I eat really healthy anyway, I workout, why not me?

"I don't have all day, I need someone other than Morgan. "Good. Mills, Morgan. You are now the new wellness reps." He picks on Peter who isn't paying attention and the room claps. Mills is good, I can give him healthy recipes and meals to cook and be in charge of and I can sort out the physical side of things.

"Ambulance 61. Person in distress."

"That's Darryl," Dawson sighs.

"Our favorite frequent flyer." I roll my eyes.

"Dismissed." Chief relieves everyone from the meeting and they go to hang out in the common room.

"Hey, Chief? This call, he's a nice guy but he just wants company. It's a nuisance call." Dawson says to him

"There's nothing we can do about that because we can't refuse a call. Go." He replies so we get in the rig and drive to his address, walking into the open door as usual.

"Darryl, how you been, buddy?" I ask, walking in and seeing him laying on the ugly, floral couch.

"Oh, I've missed you. You're lookin' as beautiful as ever." He stares at me with a little chuckle.

"Oh, aren't you the charmer?" I roll my eyes but smile happily at him all the same. He's always seemed to have a little crush on me and while I don't see him at all like that, he's still a lovely guy and he's funny.

"Sit up, bud. Come on." Dawson helps adjust the pillows behind him and gets him into a more practical position. "There we go. Can I see your finger?" she asks and I hand her a sterilising strip so she can clean the finger before she pricks it. "Okay, your blood sugar is 43. Why's it so low, Darryl? Look, I know you like it when we come visit you but you have to check your levels, okay? And eat after you take your Insulin."

"All right. I'm gonna check what's in the fridge." I announce and walk through the house to his kitchen.

"Aw, you always take such good care of me," he smiles as I go.

"We talked about this, Darryl. This is a lot of time and expense for a glucose shot, and we have other things to do." I hear Dawson say as I check the fridge and the bars cupboards.

I pick up a baloney and cheese which is one of the only things in the house and then head back into him. Bending down beside him and putting the food to his mouth. "Baloney and cheese, and no chips? What's up with that, Darryl?"

"You know I can't live without my girl." He stares at me and I raise my eyebrows jokingly.

"Well, may I suggest joining a chat room and let us do our jobs?" Dawson replies to him, sorting the bag out.

"Yeah. She's right, Darryl. I mean, this has got to stop." I agree and stand up once he's finished the ford putting the plate on the counter top in the corner.

"You know, you have no idea what you mean to me, Jessica."

"Oh, well that's sweet." I look back to him and then I freeze. He's got a pistol in his hand. "Whoa, Darryl." I grab Dawson and take a step back as she hasn't realised yet. "Darryl, uh--"