because…?”
She looked over at him as he drove and
then their eyes met, making her turn away from him. “Really? You
really want to talk to me now about this, Win. Look, I liked both
of you. I thought both of you were nice and really cute. I don’t
know why I did what I did last night… I guess I needed to
vent.”
From the corner of her eye she saw him
nod. “So if you walked up on South making out with some girl, then
you would’ve come to me last night?”
She stayed quiet. It was too damn early to get into semantics with
him, and she wasn’t quite sure if she was really ready to answer
that question herself. No sense having things rolling in her head,
when her day could be as long as yesterday.
“ You didn’t answer me,” he
said softly.
“ What do you want me to
say, Win? It wasn’t him I walked up on, it was you. It was you I
saw finger fucking some girl, so that’s all I have to base my
decision on.”
Her hands ran tiredly over her face.
“Look, South is sweet, and nice. He might be a little bit of a slut
himself but I haven’t had to witness that with him. I know it
sounds naive, but sometimes you just want to think of that one
person being yours and yours alone. You… I’ve gotten two shows of
what you prefer. Believe me when I tell you, I’m not your type,”
she told him, still looking out the window.
They pulled into the emergency room
parking lot. He threw the truck in park, and she looked over at
him. “Thanks for the ride.”
He took her hand before she opened the
door. “I’m really sorry you saw what you saw last night. And I want
to let you know that’s not the person I am,” he told her, but she
sat there frowning at him. “But if you ever need a ride, you just
give me a ring. I don’t want you taking the damn bus anymore.
You’re too beautiful to be waiting out there. I don’t want you to
get hurt, angel.”
He let go of her hand and she stared at
him for a minute before opening the door. “I’ve got to go, Winston.
Thanks for the ride… Bye,” she said, hopping out of his truck, and
taking one last look at him before she headed in.
Chapter 8
A call came in at about two in the
afternoon. A young woman had been in a domestic violence
altercation. She was coming in with multiple stab wounds to the
chest and back. Addison went running with Frank and Lynn as the
EMTs rushed her through the doors.
“ Blood pressure 70/50,
heart 220. She’s in shock, we’ve tried to stabilize…” His words
were lost as Suzy ran up to her.
“ Another ambulance is on
the way. The boyfriend of the girl was in a stand-off with the
police, he was shot multiple times.”
Addison nodded but headed off with
Frank. “Addison, you and Harry take the guy coming in. We got her.
Mindy, call up to OR, we need two rooms stat!” Frank
yelled.
She and Harry ran to the back doors as
the EMTs pulled out the man; he was a young man, maybe twenty. She
stood there looking at him as the EMT was talking to her, telling
her the condition of this guy who was bleeding out even as they
spoke. Her mind went blank, and she didn’t move.
“ Ad? Addison, we have to
get him to surgery!” Harry yelled at her. She stood in a
trance-like state, debating whether she could bring herself to save
a man who could hurt someone so much weaker than himself. She
wanted to stand there and watch him bleed out and die.
Her eyes met Harry’s, and he must have
seen something because he paused for just a moment in mid-sentence.
Her hands went to the man’s pants, cutting them off, and she shook
off the thoughts of this man’s death, and did what she had worked
so hard to do: save his life.
Four hours later she and the others
saved his life. He needed three blood transfusions, and they had to
repair a nicked lung. If everything went well for him tonight he
should survive his injuries. The police had one of his hands cuffed
to the bed, and a guard outside his door. Addison made sure he was
stable before she
She looked over at him as he drove and
then their eyes met, making her turn away from him. “Really? You
really want to talk to me now about this, Win. Look, I liked both
of you. I thought both of you were nice and really cute. I don’t
know why I did what I did last night… I guess I needed to
vent.”
From the corner of her eye she saw him
nod. “So if you walked up on South making out with some girl, then
you would’ve come to me last night?”
She stayed quiet. It was too damn early to get into semantics with
him, and she wasn’t quite sure if she was really ready to answer
that question herself. No sense having things rolling in her head,
when her day could be as long as yesterday.
“ You didn’t answer me,” he
said softly.
“ What do you want me to
say, Win? It wasn’t him I walked up on, it was you. It was you I
saw finger fucking some girl, so that’s all I have to base my
decision on.”
Her hands ran tiredly over her face.
“Look, South is sweet, and nice. He might be a little bit of a slut
himself but I haven’t had to witness that with him. I know it
sounds naive, but sometimes you just want to think of that one
person being yours and yours alone. You… I’ve gotten two shows of
what you prefer. Believe me when I tell you, I’m not your type,”
she told him, still looking out the window.
They pulled into the emergency room
parking lot. He threw the truck in park, and she looked over at
him. “Thanks for the ride.”
He took her hand before she opened the
door. “I’m really sorry you saw what you saw last night. And I want
to let you know that’s not the person I am,” he told her, but she
sat there frowning at him. “But if you ever need a ride, you just
give me a ring. I don’t want you taking the damn bus anymore.
You’re too beautiful to be waiting out there. I don’t want you to
get hurt, angel.”
He let go of her hand and she stared at
him for a minute before opening the door. “I’ve got to go, Winston.
Thanks for the ride… Bye,” she said, hopping out of his truck, and
taking one last look at him before she headed in.
Chapter 8
A call came in at about two in the
afternoon. A young woman had been in a domestic violence
altercation. She was coming in with multiple stab wounds to the
chest and back. Addison went running with Frank and Lynn as the
EMTs rushed her through the doors.
“ Blood pressure 70/50,
heart 220. She’s in shock, we’ve tried to stabilize…” His words
were lost as Suzy ran up to her.
“ Another ambulance is on
the way. The boyfriend of the girl was in a stand-off with the
police, he was shot multiple times.”
Addison nodded but headed off with
Frank. “Addison, you and Harry take the guy coming in. We got her.
Mindy, call up to OR, we need two rooms stat!” Frank
yelled.
She and Harry ran to the back doors as
the EMTs pulled out the man; he was a young man, maybe twenty. She
stood there looking at him as the EMT was talking to her, telling
her the condition of this guy who was bleeding out even as they
spoke. Her mind went blank, and she didn’t move.
“ Ad? Addison, we have to
get him to surgery!” Harry yelled at her. She stood in a
trance-like state, debating whether she could bring herself to save
a man who could hurt someone so much weaker than himself. She
wanted to stand there and watch him bleed out and die.
Her eyes met Harry’s, and he must have
seen something because he paused for just a moment in mid-sentence.
Her hands went to the man’s pants, cutting them off, and she shook
off the thoughts of this man’s death, and did what she had worked
so hard to do: save his life.
Four hours later she and the others
saved his life. He needed three blood transfusions, and they had to
repair a nicked lung. If everything went well for him tonight he
should survive his injuries. The police had one of his hands cuffed
to the bed, and a guard outside his door. Addison made sure he was
stable before she
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