The Carry-Minded EMT

It’s 2pm on an overcast day. My partner and I are parked in front of Starbucks. Our ears perk up as the dispatcher announces our call sign over the radio: “3308?” We reply and the dispatcher starts reading us a 911 call. “3308 Traffic Collision at [censored location], passenger ejected from vehicle.”I flip on the lights and sirens, pull into traffic, and stomp on the pedal. The diesel engine roars as the tail pipe pushes out a cloud of soot.

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