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     We fought for the first time on the first day of fall, a day marked by rain storms and the first cool breeze after a long Texas summer. We spoke in terse, loud voices, but I think they would've been murmurs if it weren't for the roar of heavy rain all around us.     The windshield was iced with a thick sheet of rain, the air in the car thick with humidity, anger, and fear. I kept my face down as I bluffed, threatening to throw it all away when I could barely stand to keep these few inches of distance between us. I spoke, knowing she mistook the tremble in my voice as anger, as I narrowly avoided throwing myself across the center consul

He wakes at a moment's call. He's the one that arrives at three in the morning hoping he can make a difference. The one that you relay on, the one that is at the front line. The one you put your life in their hands and hope they can make a difference. He's the one that comes in a small box on wheels and hopes he can get you where you can be treated for the issue. He asks you lots of questions. He tries to make you comfortable. He's that stranger that you call a hero. He's no ambulance driver. He's an EMT.

Listen for the scream, pager crying out. Here it comes, time to go, gettin ready now. gettin the rig. Gotta make them live. Red lights flashing, Patient in the back, Hope to god he doesn't code, wait, no, there he goes. CPR on the spot, ready like the doc. Got the bag, hook him up. gotta make him live. Siren Wailing, mother screaming, baby crowning, here comes the head. Get a blanket, get a sponge, gotta make them live. Speedy driving, car crash cleaned, got an arm in a bag. stopping bleeding, giving IV's, calling ALS. Gotta make him live. Get the rig in, Fill out my sheets. Wash her down and clean her out. Take