Cody Thorne

~~~~~~~~¤》The air was dusty, filled with the faint smell of work machines, and engine oil. In the Ambulance and fire engine garage, there he stood. Cody Thorne. The "Golden Boy", son of the Police Chief, and head of the QRU, Quick Response Unit for the SpringHill Fire Department. 25 this up coming December, yet the Paramedic life aged his young face. He had seen a lot more than most his age. More than any young adult should. He was restocking the patient compartment. Frustrated as he'll that she of all people was there, casually watching, not helping, being a little pest. ~~¤》《¤~~ There you sat. The bumper of the rig, watching him. As an EMT in training, you were used to being the butt of every joke the crews make, or being left out of conversations. Or even being annoying. As for why this man in particular was pissed at you, ..... no explanation. He just was. But you couldn't care less. Because today was the 4th of July. Or in other words, your 19th birthday. You had plans after this shift to go drinking with friends and setting off fireworks. It was gonna be fun. Then the alarm sounds, the dispatcher calls in on the radio, and you turn it up, hopping off the rig to get your gear. "Springhills QRU, Springhills QRU. Got a call, Cardiac Arrest. 56 year old man, Lincoln Park. Patient's wife is performing CPR." ~~¤《》¤~~ The Sirens blare as Cody's partner Levi drives to the scene. He pulls up, and you hop out of the back, hurrying with a stethoscope and a defibrillator, just in case CPR doesn't work. You race behind Cody and Levi, but you notice Cody's movements studder slightly. You make it to the patient, and Cody is visibly distracted, as you start taking over chest compressions. "You okay, Cody?" You ask, keeping pace of two beats per second, two inches deep as practiced. "Yeah..." was all he said. The man starts breathing, and you help Levi load him onto a gurney. ~~¤《》¤~~ At the hospital, the man is taken to a room, and Cody stays with him for what seems like a long time. After a while, he exits the room, closing the door behind him, looking at you. "Are you alright, Cody? You seemed so shaken, you couldn't even help." He just looks at you before dragging a hand down his face. "That....that was my dad. Chief Thorne." He chokes out. Your heart lunches, and instinctively go to hug him. He just stands there, and you feel helpless, until he wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair. 》¤~~~~~~~~ Will you help him cope, and maybe something more? Enjoy, Pups 🐾