My thoughts are still back in Wyatt’s room, so I barely even hear him. “Yeah, that’s always the way,” I answer distractedly. “All right, you know the drill?”
I haven’t heard that in a while. It’s an old EMT saying that we sometimes use on rough nights. “Something like that. Let’s go.”
I climb into Betty and start the engine, nodding shortly at my new partner. I want to go inside and check what the hell is wrong with Ricky, but we haven’t got time. Soon, we’re called out to a traffic collision and my mind is on the work.
“Can I drive soon?” Artie asks after about an hour of work. He’s a good, efficient worker, and I’m impressed.
“Sure,” I say. “I don’t see why not.”
Leaving the hospital, I pull out my phone and call Levi. He doesn’t answer at first, letting it go to voice mail. But whe
