Danny I yawned as I sat up on the sofa, I was so exhausted when I got home this morning from taking Dawson home that the moment I got home I collapsed on the sofa in the living room. I didn’t even have enough energy to make it to my bedroom. Why was I still tired? After wiping the sleep from my eyes I looked at the time. “because I only slept for 3 hours that’s why” I can’t believe this. Are you fucking kidding me I should still be asleep why in the hell am I woke right now? I usually don’t wake up until sometime afternoon. I got up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen. I might as well since I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep anytime soon. While I waited for my coffee to brew a sudden thought of Dawson came to Mind “I hope she had better sleep than I did” How long did she get that dog I don’t recall seeing or hearing anything related to a dog the night we slept together the night at the club. Oh the things I would give just to spend another night like that again, to
Danny. As we continued to talk I noticed we were close to a block away from the station to be specific. As I turned on the street of the station my entire mood changed once I noticed there was someone by Dawson's car. I couldn't see any clear features yet since we weren't that close but I could tell that It was a man and he was looking through the windows of her car. Who in the hell was this guy? and why the fuck was he looking through Dawson's car? Is he some rando or Did she know him? I glanced over at her but she was still talking, it didn't look like she noticed the guy in her car I'm not even sure that she knew we were already at the station. This guy could be dangerous, what if she's in trouble and he's looking for her? Just thinking about it made me mad. I pulled up behind her parked car "I'll be right back, STAY IN THE CAR" I ordered her to do before jumping out of my truck. By the looks of it, the guy was dense, he didn't even know that I had pulled up or that I was behind h
Danny Fuck! The dinner I had forgotten all about that damn dinner. Shit, I still need to go to the store and grab the ingredients and whatever else that was on the list that Mariah sent me Earlier. I had to go to the store, go home, and cook since Mariah insisted on a home-cooked meal but wasn't the one cooking it due to her being a terrible cook. I love my sister but never in my life will I ever taste her cooking again not even if the world was at stake or I was promised anything and everything I could possibly want. I had to go home and shovel and salt down the walk and driveway, start cooking, and hopefully squeeze in a long hot shower all before 7 which leaves me 6 hours and 15 minutes to get it all done. It was going to be tight but I could get it done I needed to be going now, so I took one last glance at Dawson before driving away. As I drove to the store my mind started to wander, so that was Daswson's supposedly other best friend huh, it was clear that he was doing more tha
Just as I was about to take the first bite of my sandwich my pager went off. "Damn it, wasn't even able to get in one bite this time". That's one thing about being an ER doctor even when you get a break you never really on your break. Quickly taking a big bite of my sandwich before wrapping it up and putting it back in the fridge before washing my hands and heading to the nurse's station. As I reached the desk, I waited for the head nurse Sandy to give me the rundown. Sandy was new to the position and was still getting the handle on things, even before she became head nurse, she was already acting like one. From bossing nurse's around to resolving employee conflicts, the difference was she had a lot more work to do and lots of paperwork. "What'd we got?" I asked. She responded to me after giving one of the nurse's orders "We got an incoming multi-victim car crash collision on a bridge, Paramedics reported sixteen victims. Four were fatal and were already deceased, and twelve were inju
Malia Dawson"We got a male early twenties, GSW shot multiple times, has severe damage to the tissue and organs, possible paralysis, bp 90/40," I said while rolling the patient through the ER doors. Continue helping push the stretcher into an empty room the doctors started telling the nurses what he needed after transferring the victim from the stretcher to the hospital bed. The victim had over 20 gunshot wounds, I was able to patch what I could but there were maybe one or two that was covered and completely drowned in blood. After giving the patient to the doctor I quickly turned away as I felt a tear drop escape my eyes. "NO, NO, NO. Not here go to the Rig, I'll handle the paperwork and everything here" my partner Tasha said after realizing what was happening. I felt like a toddler crying over a skinned knee, I felt like I had just been sent to my room or something. Nodding my head, I thanked her before turning away, the moment I stepped outside tears started pouring down my face, a
Malia POVI had way too many drinks, I had to pee so bad I practically had to pull myself away from the dance floor. Opening the bathroom door, I was surprised to find that I was the only one in here, I figured there'd be woman lined up in the mirror freshening themselves up or talking shit. Somehow, I managed to make it without falling on my ass. Stumbling to the sink I washed my hands and threw some cold water on my face thinking it'll somehow sober me up. As I started to exit the bathroom my legs gave out causing me to lose my balance, leaving me to fall on the nearest object I could find. Expecting to fall on the wall or even worse the floor I was shocked to feel a muscular warm chest with big warm firm hands holding me up. My nose immediately filled up with the scent of Vanilla, he smelt amazing. "Are you okay" his voice was deep and manly, it was sexy. I nodded my head unsure what would come out my mouth if I spoke. Regaining my balance, I looked at his face, even in the dimmed
Danny"Mariah, can you come and get your phone it keeps ringing; it's getting annoying," I yell from the kitchen to her bedroom upstairs. "Who keeps calling you anyway? There was nothing but silence. I figured she was getting ready and didn't hear me. Just as I was about to get comfortable on the couch and relax, Mariah's phone rang again. Are you fucking kidding me? it's too early for this shit. I just got off of work and can't even enjoy the start of my off day. Just as I was getting up from the couch the ringing stopped, and relief went through my body. I need some air; I need to get out of here before that damn phone rings again. I went to the kitchen and grabbed my keys and my phone from the table. I made my way to the front door and opened it. My eyes just then were fixated on a fine-ass woman wearing a uniform that fit her body perfectly. You could see her curves from all over. Her hair was in a messy ponytail but from where I was sitting it just made her even sexier. The more
Malia Placing the flowers on Sebastion's tombstone I sat down from across after laying a blanket on the grass and began holding my necklace. "Hey bash, I'm sorry for not coming by sooner I was supposed to come a couple of weeks ago but you know me, I was so tired I mistakenly slept all day" I chuckled "I ended up going to the club that same night and ended up leaving with someone, I couldn't tell you who he was because I don't even know but I do remember him having a tattoo on his chest. It was pretty cool actually; it was an angel with burning wings falling. But anyway, my last day at Firehouse 12 was the other day, I start at the new station tomorrow as the head paramedic, apparently, I was recommended". I Gave a small sad smile and sighed "I wish you were here; I miss you" a tear started to come down my eye, but I quickly wiped it away before it had the chance to hit my cheek. "Hey, don't wipe them away, it's okay to cry" I heard a familiar voice behind me. "I've cried enough," I