“Rookies ride passenger,” he barks, blocking my path. “That’s fantastic. Gary is it? Well, I’ll have you know, I’m no rookie. Been on the job for six years. But I’ll let it slide. This was your house first and this is your rig, but I won’t let it go again,” I firmly state. One thing I’ve learned over the years … if you don’t call them out right away, they’ll walk all over you. Nodding his head with a shocked expression, he climbs into the driver’s seat and fires up the ambulance. Chuckling to myself as I walk around the front, I open the passenger door and put my seatbelt on. “May I?” I ask, pointing to the radio. “It’s all yours.” The bay door opens, our lights turn on and as soon as we’re ready to pull onto the street, the siren blares. “Medic 30 responding,” I calmly say into the radio as Gary takes the turns effortlessly. “Medic 30 received. 24592 West Seven Mile. One gunshot victim on scene.”
