Saving the Dead

Chapter Two Labor Pains

Chapter Two

Labor Pains

"John just stopped with spare uniforms."

Drifts tossed a bag at Justin. "Here's one for you too, kid. Unless you want to wear a paper gown all fucking night. Come to think of it, that would be an interesting conversation piece for our patients. Yeah!" A wicked smile spread on Drifts' face. "Okay, give me back that bag."

Justin clutched the bag. "No. No, I'm good."

Drifts' grin broadened. "You're learning. Good."

Justin looked down at the bag. "So, no one will mind if I go out dressed like you guys?"

"Aw hell, kid. We won't tell them if you don't. Just wear your glow-in-the-dark student vest over it, and you'll be just fine."

Ramirez stepped out of the bathroom stall tucking his shirt into his new pants. He looked at the younger man, "Are you sure, Justin?"

"Sure, he's fucking sure!" interjected Drifts. "He's got some fucking stones on him. That's

better than some of the walking meat sacks who've stepped onto our rig."

"But . . . I didn't do anything against that lady zombie in the apartment."

"The hell you didn't! You helped us restrain that crazy bitch! Besides, that scenario was scary as fuck! For a moment there, I thought we were all going to be motherfucking happy meals! The fact that you didn't shit your pants tells me plenty!" Drifts looked at his partner.

"Remember that kid last year who actually pissed himself?"

Ramirez nodded, "I do. To be fair, he did almost get bitten by that homeless man."

"I wonder what happened to him," Drifts mused.

"He's in culinary school, doing quite well. He's getting married next summer."

"Really? How the hell do you know all of this, Leo?"

"He sent a postcard a few months back through the company. He thanked me for saving his

life."

Drifts snorted. "All you did was prevent some drunk bastard from taking a fucking nip out of him. Hey, why didn't I get one from him?"

"Well. Sam, he didn't like you very much. He thought you were, and I quote 'belligerent

and mean."

"Huh." Drifts processed that for a moment. "Well, he was also pussy, so who gives a fuck? Come on, boys, get those uniforms on. We don't want Big John's panties in a wad. If you two need me. I'll be down the hall. There's a perky nursing student with a perfect heart-shaped ass that needs my attention."

"Don't give her an STD," said Leo.

Drifts' glare could have melted steel. "Hardy fucking har har. Shut up and get your clothes on!"

Suddenly their pagers beeped as their radios squawked, "Triple-Three, we need to pull you out of the hospital for a code three abdominal pain!"

"Damn it!" growled Drifts.

"Go ahead and head out to the truck, Sam. Justin and I will be there in a minute," said Ramirez.

"You got it!"

Drifts keyed the mic, his radio voice was smooth as silk. "Triple-Three on the way to the truck; we'll alert you when we are en route." He released the key. "Fuckers!"