She knew the answer would be yes. For once, so was she.
“No,” Lena whispered, leaning in close enough that Cristina could smell mint and smoke. “It’s you.”
“Unit EroticSpice 21-08-24, we have a 10-56. Possible overdose at the Lotus View Apartments. Code 3.” EroticSpice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic
Cristina caught her wrists—gently, firmly. “Look at me. Breathe. I need you to step back so I can work.”
Later, after the patient was loaded into the second ambulance, Cristina found Lena sitting on the curb, shaking. She knelt down. She knew the answer would be yes
Cristina stood up, her heart a war drum. “Give me your phone,” she said.
They arrived to chaos. A man in his forties, blue-lipped, barely breathing. Cristina moved on autopilot: airway, sternal rub, naloxone. But the patient’s girlfriend was hysterical, clawing at Cristina’s vest. “Save him! Please!” “It’s you
Cristina keyed the mic. “En route.”