A Night of Despair and Chaos

Working an EMT job is about as easy as you would expect. Late nights, stressful days,

never-ending shifts, all the works. I was a paramedic. I started interning at 17,

and by 21, I was on payroll. Now, if you're here reading this,

then chances are you've probably heard countless paramedic stories before,

but I can assure you, this one will take the cake. It started like

any other night: a call comes in, my partner and I are dispatched, and we rush to the

scene- sirens blaring. We paramedics aren't typically informed of the exact nature of the emergency

when calls come in; we're taught to get to the scene as quickly as possible and assess the situation