His first day as a paramedic started out boring. Not much to do, just a few simple things. Then the got the call. Seventeen-year-old boy. Car accident. Brennan sat silently as the pulled the unconscious boy from the car. The boy had short brown hair, and was much taller than most seventeen-year-olds.
The boy woke up just outside of the hospital. He was in pain, and that was clear, but he was screaming about a girl named Ashley, and his mother. Other paramedics tried to calm him, but Brennan just stood there silently. The boy was hurt. The worst injury's he'd seen that day. Blood. Nothing prepared Brennan for the actual sight of it all. Of the boy screaming to see his sister. Yelling about his mother.
The other paramedic looked up at Brennan. "You gonna help out or not?"
Brennan looked into the boy's eyes. They were grey. "Tell me your name."
"Avery Jordan." The boy was still panicking. He stopped talking about his sister, and started rambling about his father, and how mad he was going to be when he heard what Avery had done.
"Avery..." Before Brennan could say anything else, the boy slipped back into unconsciousness, and they were at the hospital, where Brennan's part in Avery's story ended, and the doctors took over.
Brennan begged to know what happened to that boy, but his part had been fulfilled.
Brennan never came back to work after that. Avery changed his opinion on helping people. Someone needed to do it, but not Brennan Carver.
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The Wind Doesn't Talk Back
General FictionAvery's younger sister is dying. The same disease that claimed the life of his mother is threatening hers. And it skipped Avery. He was told when his mother got sick that it was always a possibility that he'd get it too. Then Ashley got it, not him...
