GENRE: Adult Secret
The attitude of new EMTs made me want to pop them upside the damn head sometimes. I was a punk beginner once, thought I knew it all, but g******n they're getting worse.
"You gonna help me with this stretcher?"
Our newest trainee, Carson, a dark haired guy with acne scattered across his face, shrugged, and took the end of the bed barely on his fingers. My partner Anthony growled and shoved the kid aside, lifted the bed and helped me get it in the back of the rig. The unconscious patient didn't move as I stepped up into the back. If we were lucky, the guy wasn't completely frozen to death and would recover, probably to go back to the damn streets.
"Jacoby, he's gross. He hasn't showered, he's covered in his own vomit and he's gonna die anyway. Homeless people can't pay for what we're doing, so why are we helping?"