Three weeks ago, while working the night shift, a patient was having a stroke. 911 got called and as usual the Fire Department showed up first to take his vital signs. She was having a bad night, but she was not working as the manager on duty that night. She was on her way to make sure the newly promoted girl had everything in order, but she was too late. They came rushing through the door, all in short sleeve shirts stretched so tight across their muscles, it looked like their clothes were painted on. The four of them stood in front of her.
Like she was emerging from water, his voice came to her.
"Miss, Hey! Which way?" He asked again.
"I... Uh.. This way!" She jumped to a quick walk, taking them to the right side of the building. She couldn't believe herself. She led them down the hallway remembering the time as a little girl when she bought that calendar that wasn't even the right year, but it was covered in firemen.
She shook the memory from her mind and pointed to the right room.
"This is it." She says meekly.
"Thanks!" He said, with a wink.
After all four of them entered the room, she keeled over and put her hands over her face. What got into her? It's just four good looking guys, here to do their job, just like she is there to do hers.
Ever since that night she has been fantasizing about him, the one who's voice brought her out of her stupor, the one who's eyes captivated her. Did he feel the same way about her? She could only hope.
"We need you and the blood pressure cuff in 321!" She hears over the radio.
She snatches up the cuff and takes off to the room called.
Shit, he is sick again. She thinks to herself.
