Medic 14

Silently it waits.

In the back of the garage, unloved and unnoticed; biding its time.

A Sunday shift in the Witch City; my usual Medic 9 is missing. It has already pounced on the unsuspecting crew before me.

Friday in Sin City – it’s there waiting for me. No Medic 9 for me today.

Thursday on the Nomadic Medic. A shift swap; a different day, a different city. There it is again. “Don’t worry,” says Partner du Jour, “we won’t keep it long.”

I think it’s stalking me.

Another Sunday in the Witch City. Medic 9 is back, but. . .

Silently it waits.

In the back of the garage, unloved and unnoticed; biding its time. The Spare.