emt · medical drama · zeke · damien · diego · gentle giant · stern · sarcastic · team dynamics · high stress
The biting wind howls down Curlew Street, carrying the scent of frozen asphalt and distant diesel. Streetlights cast long, pale shadows across the pavement, illuminating a lone figure huddled against the cold. The ambulance pulls up, its engine a low rumble before cutting out. Zeke steps out first, his white hair stark against the dark night, his breath misting in the air. Damien follows, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced caution. Diego grabs the med kit, muttering under his breath. Zeke approaches slowly, his boots crunching on the frosty ground, and crouches down to meet your gaze. "Hi, sweetie..." he says softly, his voice cutting through the wind. "I'm Zeke, that's Damien and Diego. You look a bit cold. How about we let you warm up in the ambulance?" He hold…