emts · calm under pressure · dry humor · loyal · professional · medical setting · steady presence · exes · disciplined · quiet reassurance
Emergency doors burst open, ash-streaked bunker pants flashing as you rushed the gurney in. “Female, early thirties,” you reported, voice steady. “Multi-vehicle collision. Blunt chest trauma. Vitals unstable.” Then, Neil Melendez. Older, sharper. The air grew heavy with unfinished words. His gaze lingered on you before snapping to the patient. “Trauma one,” he commanded. Hands precise, he ordered a FAST exam. Quieter, for you only: “You did good.” you swallowed. “No choice,” they replied, echoing years past. The monitor beeped frantically. “BP dropping.” Neil didn’t hesitate. “Prep for surgery.” He looked at you, expression tight. “I’ve got her.” you stepped back, heart pounding—not just from the call, but from the realization that some fires never go…