No Plagiarism!TVKBh0ZJesQP9zV0ajqUposted on PＥNAＮＡ After showing me the truck and the way everything was positioned  we  got  our  first  call.   I was excited, Charles drove as I  was uncertain where to gobeing unfamiliar with the city and all.   It  was a  call  for  alcohol poisoning on campus.  We drove into frat row and were greeted by a  throng  of people.    We entered the house and examined the kid in question,  after a brief assessment we took him out and back to the  hospital  where  I  am sure  he had his stomach pumped.  Seeing his state reminded me why I  never  drank that  much.   Just  as we  were setting the truck back up  there was another  call, at the  same  place  someone  had thrown a kid through one of the frat house windows.   I  drove this time  and  when we arrived we got out and had to fight  our  way through a  crowd of people the party had really kicked up a few notches since we we're here a short time ago.  I  saw  out  of the  corner  of my eye a man and a woman..  both of whom were ungodly strange..  the  man was extremely handsome and the woman struck me as totally odd...  neither  of them seamed..  natural..  but I didn't have time to dwell  on it so I  entered the house with the  gurney.   I  kept  wondering  if this was how Charles spent every night, mainly on frat row.  We  went inside  found  the  guy right where one of the parties said we would.  I quickly assessed the patient while Charles called in his injuries to the staff on call at the hospital.  I  quickly  administered  a  saline drip and we collared him and put him on a  backboard.   Then we  lifted  the  backboard  onto the gurney and as quickly as possible we left the scene.  Charles was for some  reason antsy and kept shifting his weight and gaze.   At  the doorway we were hindered by many drunken students not moving.   We  tried  to shove  them out of the way but they  would not budge.  In the not too far  distance  we  hear  a  gunshot  and I instantly throw my body over  the patient.   Uncertain if there  would  be  more, this was so confusing to me I was not really used to gunshots.   My first thought  was to protect  the patient and I heard Charlie say "lets get out of here hurry pick  up  that  end"   I  noticed  then that all the kids had hit  the ground and were still  there.   I  quickly  picked  up  my  end  and hurried toward the truck.   Charlie went in first and as I was closing  up  the  truck  he  got  in the drivers seat.  It was  then that the strangest thing happened to me,  a  Dark haired man came up to me handed  me  his business card and said, "If you have time...  Stephanie you should call  me  we  should  talk."    I  looked at him oddly I am sure only because of the slight grin he had on his face, and then I finished closing the truck "If I  have  the  time"  then I ignored him and went around to the other side of the truck and  got  in the  side  door  closing it behind me.  I couldn't shake the feeling that the stranger had been staring at me the whole time.   We took the patient to the hospital  and then went  to fill  up  the  truck, we got a few more calls but  that gun shot was too much for  me to shake  off.   I  couldn't  help  but shake when a door slammed or there was a loud noise.   Then Alice said I  could  go home  it  had  been a  busy night but it was slowing down to a  crawl  now and she thought I  had  done  good  for  my  first night.  I smiled and changed and then walked home. I had kept the business card with me placed it right away on the  computer  deskwhen I got home.   I went to the kitchen grabbed a bottle of water took a long drink then went back to the living room and turned on the computer.   I  did a  little research on the company that was on the card, and  the  man behind  it.   Great another rich play boy who's probably looking to score with his latest  bimbo in the back of an ambulance and is looking for  some poor  sucker  who  is desperate  enough to look the other way.  I placed the card into my Rolodex next to the  computer  and  went  to turn on the shower.  I needed a shower, only the beating of the water on my skin seemed to melt away the stress of the day.    The water  relaxed me and as I  sat  at  my  vanity  running the brush through my hair  I  couldn't help but think out-loud.   "Pity,  he  was very handsome."   I put my brush down a  little irritated at myself for  having  those  thoughts.   I turned to the bed and flopped down burring my face in the pillow.   Why  now?   Why  would  I start thinking like that now?   Hadn't I  learned my lesson in High school?   Men weren't  going to like me because I was  a  freak.   Soon the oblivion of sleep over  took  me and I dreamed of a beach the water rolling up to pool around my toes just to be dragged away again.  I took a deep breath and felt a hand holding mine. I sighed contentedly in my sleep. 

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