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sion. Three injured victims and

llowing my attending physician, Doctor Shaffer, into the ambulance bay. Pulling on a pair of medical glo

Shaffer asked one of

was sitting up front when their car was hit, hitting the dashboard

r what kind of treatment this poor kid needed, a second ambo pulled up, and another patient was

ramedic, Julia, said. "She has a chin laceration

aining. We're going to take care of you, okay?" I forced a smile and rested my hand on the woman

her lit

oaned. "My baby

octor Shaffer wants to make sure ther

ned. "What does that mean?

ied, keeping my tone as soothing as possible. I hoped she cou

o the break room, returning a moment

with a sob. Mascara streaked down her face, and w

l too familiar in our line of work. Disgust. Resentment. Sadness. "The driver is still alive. Unh

, but I took a breath and shoved it back down. I had to ke

you patched up, okay? Then I'll get word on Daniel. They're

e, and Danny asked if he could ride in the big boy seat." She put her face in her hands, continuing to sob. I rested one hand on her back, unsure of what to say. People m

frail shoulders shaking with devastati

ther ER nurse wheeled her into a room for stitches. "We

*

y head around the corner and gave thumbs up to Doc Shaffer. He spu

apped his hand. As I went to leav

he boy, Daniel. Is he still stable?" I held m

e. "He's lucky he's not dead, to be honest. But the surgery w

d toward campus. I was still dressed in scrubs, but at least these weren't blood-stained like the ones I had on earlier. Since I didn't have enough time to

ir falling around my face in a shield of sorts. The hallway is brightly lit and bare. Was everyone already in class

ine classes. I never attended on-campus school, and the reason was simple: it was a direct result of the shitstorm I called high school. There weren't any distractions at the community college

of his pen. His nose was wrinkled as he focused on the notebook on his lap. I passed him by, not looking at him, but I co

chatting happily, adjusting their books, bags, and laptops, and a few glanced over at me as I came in. I paused at the bottom of the stairs, eyes sear

if there were any open seats. There were one or two here and there, but many students had their bags, boo

in and sat down, legs and arms pressed securely to my side. I cleared my throat self-consciously and removed a pen and pad from my bag for notes. In th

ng this seat

some, blond-haired guy with glasses. It was the ma

at rising to my cheeks.

ck and plopped down next to me, vibrating the entire aisle. T

Jas

ne. He had a gentle handshake. His skin wa

comfortable in the folding seat. He smelled good. I notice i

or school,"

rose to my cheeks. "I

y neck, and I chuckled nervously. "Nurs

ss mana

re you taki

ying a briefcase in one hand and a jacket tucked under one arm. I thought he was a student, b

essor Hansen, but you can call