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“What did you do?” Joe demanded as she narrowed her eyes on him. She was pretty sure that she wouldn’t forget being in the room when her best friend broke off his engagement. Call her crazy, but that was the kind of thing that she would remember.
No answer.
“Maybe we should talk about something else,” Alice suggested with a hopeful smile.
Joe… Read More
“What the hell are you doing here?” Eric asked, not bothering to open his eyes as Nathan sat down next to him.
Instead of answering him, Nathan tossed his phone with their mother’s most recent email opened on his brother’s lap even as he continued to glare at the reason why he’d come down here at two in the morning. Frowning, Eric picked up his phone and-
“Oh,” his brother said, slowly exhaling as he read through the message, nodded, and said, “You’re fucked.”
“Tell me something that I don’t know,” Nathan said, taking his phone back so that could slide it… Read More
“Is, like, Eric seeing anyone?” Melissa, their third-rider for the week and the reason that Tara desperately needed to get her hands on some caffeine soon, asked.
Blinking, Tara looked up from the stack of run sheets that she needed to finish before she could make that dream a reality and glanced over at her partner to find him sitting on the other side of the room, glaring at her. When he saw her looking at him, he mouthed, “I. Hate. You,” as his gaze flickered towards the woman who’d set off a psych patient in the back of their… Read More
“Die, you son of a bitch!” the elderly woman screamed as she raised her walker and threw it, just barely missing his head.
“It’s a costume!” Eric snapped, wondering how he’d ended up in this situation.
“He’s an evil little bastard!” she yelled, looking around for something else to throw at them.
“He’s a thirty-year old man!” Eric shot back as he glared down at the dumb, short bastard that had decided that dressing like Chucky and going around scaring the shit out of everyone in the neighborhood was a good… Read More
Eric sighed, he really couldn’t help it as he took a knee on the floor and looked over the somewhat sloppy job the class had done.
“Really?” he asked the class hovering around them as he took in the sloppy restraint work, rucked up bandages, the loose head support and once again shook his head.
“She wouldn’t stop fighting us,” the blond chick that had been hovering over him all morning mumbled as she rubbed a sore spot on her arm, the injuring courtesy of his wife.
“You should know how to handle combative patients,” he reminded them even as he shot… Read More
“Class is over! Class is over!” Joe screamed hysterically as she pushed against the door, struggling to keep it closed, but it was a slowly loosing battle.
“We can’t help you unless you open the door,” the manipulative bastard that had somehow turned the class against her said, sounding really smug, which she could understand since she would be smug if she’d managed to pull something like this off.
“Class is over! We’ll meet back here tomorrow morning!” she yelled as she glanced around the large bathroom, desperate to find something that she could use to shove up against the door… Read More
“That was fun! Wasn’t that fun?” Joe asked with a huge smile as Eric was forced to grab a handful of menstrual pads to stop himself from strangling his wife.
“This class is a lot more fun than it was last year,” his unwanted trauma partner said with a smile as she dumped the menstrual pads that they’d been using to stop “major bleeds,” during their trauma practical.
“I need another volunteer,” Joe said with a smile as she looked around the small group of people that she was using to fuck him… Read More
“Do you want the password?” Eric asked as he glanced down at his watch, noting that if he was able to get out of here within the next thirty minutes that he’d be able to pick the kids up from his mother’s, bring them to the playground, store, out for lunch and be home in plenty of time to catch the game.
“Do you want to live?” she countered, right around the time that the blond that had been trying to glue herself to his side “dropped” her pen so that she could look back and see what he’s… Read More
“Now watch how our EMTs demonstrate the proper way to lift a stretcher,” the documentary narrator announced in a monotone voice while she sat there, nibbling on a piece of chocolate as she glanced up from her iPad to check on the class.
“Phones away, people, or you’ll be asked to leave,” she said from her position in the back of the darkened room, ignoring Eric, who was now glaring at her as he put his phone away.
Feeling deeply satisfied that she’d helped to ensure that Eric didn’t miss a single second of the wonderful video that still had an… Read More
This was going to be the best day ever, Joe thought while she took a satisfying sip of her ice cold Coke as she watched her husband from across the room sitting at a rickety old table, openly glaring at her while some blonde tried to get his attention.
She could have let him out of this by letting him sign the roster sheet for today and tomorrow, but where would the fun in that be? She normally hated running these classes, but once a year when her husband had to take the course she felt an overwhelming sense of… Read More