The other medics have gone out on a call. If cancelled, they will stay out for coffee. I may not see them again until lunch.
The BLS crews are all asleep. Some are recovering from a rough night shift while others rest up for the marathon ahead.
I sit in the empty garage listening to the hum of the Coke machine, the drone of passing traffic, the whoosh of planes on approach to Big City International Airport. A cool breeze wafts through the open door. Dreading. . .
Dreading the conversation I must have later today. Dreading disappointing. Dreading change.
Yet it’s time.
Thank you Yellow & Orange Ambulance Company. I wouldn’t be here without you. I just don’t want to be here anymore.