It started as any normal night shift. We had finished our jobs, the daily cleaning and checking. Then we both started to kill time. I just placed my dinner plate on the table when the pagers hanging imminent from our belts started vibrating silently. While walking to the door, its tiny display showed the address where we were needed nothing else.
On the foot of the stairs I met my colleague who proclaimed “Let’s go!” and we went into the garage, hopping into our boots while climbing into the ambulance. The beeping display on the dashboard showed the factual diagnosis “unconscious person”.
Both my colleague and me had a bad feeling in the gut region when we saw the diagnosis. Continue reading
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