TW: Blood, Gunshot: Troye: My feet ache as I continue to run. My heartbeat pounding in my ears as I leap over a fallen tree. I glance down at my Apple Watch, feeling relief fill me as I reach the 5 mile mark, 5 minutes under my goal time. I shake out my now wet curly hair, pulling out my car keys and phone as I trudge to my awaiting car.
The drive to the station seemed to be longer than usual, my tired body dreading the long shift ahead. Sluggishly I exit my vehicle, throwing my duffle bag over my shoulder. "Shift starts in 15!" A voice rings. I groan, rubbing my sore eyes and pushing open my dorm door. Quickly, I shower and change into my uniform, situating the Paramedic patch on my arm and straightening out my gold badge.
"You ready for another all nighter?" A male voice asks, a hand soon cupping my shoulder. I chuckle, turning to meet a familiar pair of green eyes "Always am Con, always am" I reply, opening the back doors of the ambulance. I finish restocking the supplies as a shrilling bell goes off, indicating that 911 is dispatching us to an emergency.
Urgency fills the station as my team piles in, Connor in the drivers seat and myself in the passenger seat. "We have a GSW (GunShot Wound) to the chest, victim is a 62 year old white male, no preexisting health problems" Anna, another member, calls. Connor pulls into a long driveway, practically speeding down the gravel path until we come to an old log cabin style house.
"Let's go!" I call, throwing open my door and grabbing my equipment "Quick quick my husband he's back here!" A shrill voice echos. An older lady, maybe mid 50's comes running around the corner, blood soaking her pastel top. "Show me where your husband is ma'am" I reply, keeping my voice calm.
She swiftly takes my gloved hand in her frail one, pulling me around the corner and into a nearby field. A man comes into view, his paling body laying lifeless on the cold ground "Oh god I must get my grandson! Jacob! Jacob!" The lady yells, taking off running towards the house.
"Hey are you okay? Sir can you hear me!?" I shout, shaking his arm. I feel my stomach drop when the man doesn't stir. "Starting CPR, Connor get the AED ready and Anna get the gurney, we're gonna have to transport him to the hospital" I state, placing my two hands in the middle of his chest.
I begin pumping on the mans chest, making sure to stop after 30 compressions so Connor can administer two breaths of oxygen through a mask. "Troye it's been 10 minutes, he's not coming back" Connor says, his voice soft and full of dread. I shake my head, ignoring the ridiculous amount of blood that's getting on my freshly pressed uniform. "Let's get him up on the gurney" I state, standing up. My arms quiver as Connor and I lift the man.
"Starting CPR" I snap, straddling the mans lifeless body as Connor lifts us into the ambulance. "You can follow behind us" Connor says as the lady and a taller, younger looking man slowly approach us. I lock eyes with the man, my blue eyes boring into his green ones as I continue to pound what I can only guess is his grand fathers chest.
The ride to the hospital seems to take an eternity, and I'm still administering CPR as we're rolled into the hospital. "Get off Troye, they got him now" Connor gently says, practically pulling me off of him. I silently watch as another doctor takes my position, wheeling him into the emergency room. Connor pats my shoulder "Come on, you need to change before our next call."
I turn on my heel, following the blood trail out of the hospital and to the back of the bloody ambulance. "Excuse me?" A male asks. I turn and freeze, being greeted by the same pair of green eyes from before. Connor clears his throat "I'm uh, gonna start cleaning up. Don't be to long Troye, we'll have another call any minute."
"I'm sorry" I blurt out, guilt filling my exhausted body as the boy begins to cry "I know you did everything you could. He was cleaning his hunting rifle while my grandma and I were in the kitchen and suddenly he just, dropped" he whispers. I shake my head "I'm sure he was a wonderful man. You'll get through this" I reply.
We were trained to keep our apologies sweet and simple as we needed to try and separate our emotions from the job. Jacob sniffles "I would hug you but, ya know" he says, gesturing towards my blood covered uniform. I can't help but let out a light laugh.
I shrug "Comes with the job I suppose, here -" I pause, opening my front shirt pocket and pulling out a small notepad and pen "this is my number" I mumble, quickly scribbling down my name and phone number "If this gets to be too much for you, call me" I say, handing the thankfully clean piece of paper to him.
He nods "Thanks...Troye" he states, a small smile playing on his sad face. "I must be getting back to my grandma, she was clearly a lot closer to him than I was. Thank you for helping, Troye. We all appreciate your service" he says, turning away and briskly walking into the hospital.
I shake my head, turning to meet a smiling Connor "I think someone likes you" he calls in a sing song voice. I roll my eyes "Oh please. Now come on, I need to get out of this uniform and we need to clean the rig. Of course you can scrub the blood while I take a nice long hot shower" I joke. Connor scoffs, shutting the backdoors behind me and getting into the drivers seat, starting the rig and taking off.
My first fanfic! I hope you enjoy! Like and comment my girlies!
