Now you’re talking.
Don’t take no for an answer.
Me Tarzan, you Jane.
If her mom is sick, we wait for her to get better.
You’re a pussy. Fuck her mom.
Maybe I can even help out some while there. I am a paramedic.
I think you’re missing the point here.
I know stuff. Some stuff. Mostly emergency stuff.
Screw the mom. Get the girl.
My PASS (personal alert safety system) sounds off. I can hear it.That’s good, right?Oxygen tank not operating properly. I’ve been immobile for too long. Stay conscious. I slow my breathing and try to focus on that.
They’ll find me soon. The building isn’t that large. I landed right below where I fell through. Piece of cake. Brad can find me with one eye closed. The emergency warning notification on my oxygen tank sounds.
Woozy.
Wait for rescue.
Fade to black.
* * *
I snap awake. The medics are waving the smelling salts under my nose.
“The fuck?” I try to sit up, but they push me back down. I’m on the lawn in front of the building where the call was. Everything on my body hurts.
“Relax, Stone. You weren’t out long, everything is fine,” one of the guys says as he looks me over. “We’re going to run you over to the hospital get you patched up.”
“I’m fine,” I say trying to sit up again. The chief comes over. “I got no time for a hero complex today, Stone. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
He nods at me and turns away. I wasn’t trying to be a hero. I just don’t like hospitals.
“Sir?” I call out to the chief. He looks back at me. “Anyone else injured?” I ask.
“Nah, just you, knucklehead. Now go enjoy your sponge baths from the pretty nurses while the rest of us are back here working.” This time he smiles.
I smile back and let the guys help me get in the rig for the ride to the hospital.