Chapter 67: Incoming!

"Jesus fucking Christ, did someone say the 'Q' word or something?" I muttered under my breath. I was hunched over a body on a stretcher; two paramedics were pushing the bed through the ER as I tried to perform CPR on the person under me.

"Tell me about it," said one paramedic as he steered the stretcher into our last available bay. "It is crazy out there. We haven't stopped since I started my shift an hour ago."

"You know what time it is?" I smirked even as my arms started to burn from the strain. 

"It's 4:30 pm, thank you very much," laughed his partner as more doctors rushed into the bay. "Twenty-year-old male managed to wrap his car around a light post. He was still conscious when we arrived but then seemed to go into cardiac arrest on the bus. He was moaning something, but we couldn't make it out."

"Sounds good. On my count, 1, 2, 3." We quickly moved the man to the bed waiting in the bay and let the paramedics remove their stretcher.