My Fireman Love at Last
The clock on the wall above her last patient’s bed read 6:20 AM. Mel wondered if this night would ever end. It had been steady until midnight, but now only a few patients remained in the ER. The usual Friday night drunks were all tucked in with their banana bags slowly dripping in. Mel stifled a yawn as she walked back to the nurse’s station, catching the tail end of an ambulance report on the EMS radio.. ‘CPR in progress… no BP.. no pulse.. no shockable rhythm at this time.. down for over 20...