Heroes Of The Dixie Wardens MC: Lights To My Siren Part 10

We stopped at the hostess stand, Baylee's eyes wide as she took in the attire of those that worked there. "Wow, those are really short." She observed.

"Yep." I nodded as my eyes followed one woman's stroll through the room towards the hostess stand.

Then I cursed as I recognized her. Motherf.u.c.ker. Why couldn't that girl stay the f.u.c.k away from me?

"Sebastian!" Shannon squealed and wrapped herself around me.

I held a death grip on Baylee's hand, even after she started to yank at it. She glared at me, and I gave her a pleading look.

"Shannon." I said while pushing her bodily away.

"What are you doing here? Did you come to see me?" She asked, practically bouncing up and down on her feet.

I gritted my teeth, and pulled Baylee close to my body so my arm was wrapped around her waist. "I didn't know you worked here. I'm here on a date with my woman."

Baylee relaxed when she noted the tone I'd used with Shannon, and the fact that I'd called her 'my woman.'

Shannon's face deflated. Hopefully she finally realized that I wasn't interested in her.

"Can we have a seat towards the back, please?" I asked Shannon, gesturing towards the back of the restaurant where there would be less traffic and less potential to be near Shannon.

"Sure." she said, picking up two menus and walking in front of us towards the table I'd indicated.

Luckily, she left as soon as she set the menus down, leaving us in blissful silence. For a whole two point five seconds.

"Wasn't that the girl I saw all over you at that party a few weeks ago?"

I swallowed the bubble of laughter that threatened to spill out of my throat and nodded. "Yep, she's Kettle's sister. She doesn't know when to back the f.u.c.k off, either."

"You didn't look like you were trying all that hard to accomplish that amazing feat." She accused.

I sighed. "She's like a little puppy dog. One of the ones that just begs for any sort of attention. It's hard to tell her no, because she just does that big eye thing and cries. Then Kettle gets p.i.s.sed that his baby sister is crying. Although, I'm not sure he realizes that she's working here. He's going to flip."

She nodded in understanding. "I used to have a friend like that. It was incredibly hard to tell her no when she gave me that look."

We both fell silent as the waitress, all of eighteen, at most, came up to our table. She was dressed in the patented orange pants, white, skintight tank that was tucked into the so-called pants, and white shoes. "Hi, my name's Mallory. Can I interest you both in a beer?" She asked as she flipped her bleached blond shoulder length hair around.

I turned my gaze from the waitress to Baylee and raised his eyes in question.

"I'll have a Coca Cola, please." She said.

The waitress turned to me next. "Same."

Mallory smiled so wide I could see her gums. "How about an appetizer?"

"We haven't even gotten a chance to look at the menu. Come back in a little bit." I said, barely withholding my irritation.

"Okay!" She said cheerfully, taking off with a bounce in her step.

Baylee contained her laughter for all of five seconds. "How old do you think she is?"

"Nineteen, maybe." I said, opening the menu.

"Nah, she's at least thirty." She said confidently.

I looked up from my menu, looking at her skeptically. "You're wrong. She's still a teenager."

"No, really. She's got to be older than that." She emphasized.

Menu forgotten, I sat back and eyed her. "Why?"

"She has a b.u.t.t flap. Women with b.u.t.t flaps aren't teenagers. I bet she's even had a kid or two." She nodded, laughing at my incredulous expression.

"What, exactly, is a b.u.t.t flap?" I asked finally.

"It's when there's like a small fold of skin in between the a.s.s and the thighs. Younger people don't have that."

Skeptically, I turned to eye the waitress who was now filling up our drinks. Sure enough, her a.s.s did have a tiny bit of 'flap' to it.

"I cannot believe it." I said, turning back to Baylee.

She laughed at me.

After we'd polished off our drinks, food, and dessert, I finally got the nerve up to ask her something that'd been on my mind for the last week.

"I have to make a run up to Oklahoma for a personal errand this weekend. Are you working?" I asked her.

Baylee's eyes looked worried, as she hesitantly answered, "No."

"Want to come with me?" I asked.

"As long as you get me home Monday morning by eight. That's when my shift starts." She agreed readily.

Chapter 10.

Keep the fights clean and the s.e.x dirty.

-Keys to a healthy relationship Baylee "What are you doing, exactly?" Winter asked as I jumped in to the pa.s.senger's seat of the rig.

I turned my face towards Winter's, and shrugged. "I don't know. He just asked me if I wanted to go, and I said yes."

The sound of an incoming call postponed Winter's next question.

"Medic three, we have a possible heart attack at Brookshire's grocery store." The dispatcher called over the radio.

Picking up the handheld radio, I confirmed. "Medic three responding."

Flipping on the lights and sirens, Winter navigated throughout the busy lunchtime traffic, bypa.s.sing slower moving cars as she went.

"What the h.e.l.l, people. It's an ambulance, not a tank. Just move over slowly, we're not going to run you over." Winter grumbled as a person that was in the turn lane to their right whipped over to the shoulder, nearly clipping the ambulance's left fender.

I snorted. "Yeah right. It's like we freak out or something when we see the sirens and lights. Their brain doesn't work anymore. At least that one tried to get over. What about the ones that just stay in the lane and expect you to miraculously hop over them?"

Another person we drove up on started weaving and darting from one side to the other, panicking as Winter pulled up behind them. "f.u.c.k." Winter growled, as she slowed down while I turned off the lights and sirens.

Most of the time, people were able to function around an ambulance. They moved over to the side and slowed down. However, every once in a while, there were ones like this guy that just sort of froze and freaked. According to the Protocol, the best thing for us to do was turn off the lights and sirens and wait for the driver to get their s.h.i.t under control again.

Not that it wasn't tempting to ride their a.s.s. Most of the time, without the lights and sirens scaring them, they got their s.h.i.t under control and moved over. Then we'd hit the sirens and lights, and proceed to our destination.

However, other times, just like this one, the guy didn't get out of freak mode, and stayed right the h.e.l.l in the middle of our way.

"Alright, buddy. You just stay there and we'll be okay." Winter murmured, as she moved to the turn lane to pa.s.s the obstinate man.

"I wish it played 'Move b.i.t.c.h, get out da' way' instead of these sirens." I muttered darkly, making Winter bellow in laughter.

Everything worked out, and we pa.s.sed him without harm, arriving at the Brookshire's within five minutes of the call.

It was easy to find the patient. The large crowd was gathered around him, frantically waving their arms and legs, yelling that 'he's over here.'

I had always wanted to tell them that they didn't have to wave like that. Paramedics and firefighters weren't stupid. We could spot the person lying on the floor from across the room, but whatever.

The moment we set our equipment down, it was immediately apparent that the man was in a ton of pain. His head was in his hands, and he was rocking back and forth on his knees. His daughter and wife were at his side. The daughter looked to be about seventeen or so, and the mom in her late forties, early fifties.

"Sir, can you tell me what's wrong?" Winter asked, as I took his vitals.

He swallowed hard, tried to speak, but then doubled over in pain.

The wife was the one to speak next. "He's been complaining about a headache. It's gotten progressively worse since it started about two hours ago."

Winter and I exchanged a look, and immediately went to work on loading him onto the gurney and getting him into the ambulance.

"What's wrong?" The daughter yelled as she trailed behind us.

We all walked quickly, and were in the ambulance within three minutes of arriving on scene.

"We're going to take him just up the road to Good Shepherd. He's going to be just fine. We'll see y'all there shortly. Drive safely." I instructed as I closed the doors of the ambulance on the worried wife and child.

"Thank you." The patient croaked.

"For what, sir?" I asked as I started an IV on him, and then took his vitals again.

"Lying to them." He groaned.

My eyes narrowed on the man before I asked, "What do you mean?"

I had a feeling that what was making his head hurt was a brain bleed, but it was very possible that if we arrived at the hospital in time, it could be repaired.

"I have a brain bleed. I know. I'm a doctor. I'm going to die." He rasped, wincing slightly when the ambulance hit a b.u.mp.

My heart stuttered. I hadn't had a patient, in all my years of being a paramedic, practically vowing that he was going to die.

"You don't know that. You're probably going to be just fine." I soothed as I patted his hand.

We arrived at the hospital just as he shook his head sadly and looked into my eyes for the first time. "I've had a bleed for over two hours. I shouldn't have waited so long. Will you tell my wife and daughter to come straight back when you get there? I want to say goodbye to them." He instructed.

I could only nod in affirmation as we unloaded him and rushed him into the ER. The doctor on call, one that I hadn't met before, shouted instructions as soon as we came within sight.

A nurse, one I had seen before, Lacy, asked, "Vitals?"

"Blood pressure is 200/115. Patient is complaining of a headache that's gotten progressively worse in the last two hours. He complains of light sensitivity and believes he has a brain bleed." I informed Lacy as I helped unload him off the gurney and into a bed.

We left when he was swarmed with people, and I felt something in my chest tighten in realization. He was probably right. He wasn't going to make it.

"Missus!" A frantic voice called from the long hallway that lead from the ER entrance.

Winter and I stopped as the wife and daughter ran up to us frantically. "Where is he?"

"He's in room three. You can go on back." Winter said as I punched in my code for the door and held it open for them.

They thanked me and disappeared around the corner.

"I heard what he said. Do you think it's true?" Winter asked quietly, as we loaded their gurney back into the ambulance.

"Yeah," I said sadly.

"d.a.m.n."

I silently agreed.

By the end of my shift, I was dragging. The day had been a long one.

"h.e.l.lo?" Sebastian's deep baritone answered on the third ring.

"Hey," I said softly.

I was laying on my bed crossways. I'd managed to strip out of my pants and uniform top, leaving me in only a white wife beater and blue cotton panties. I'd meant to call Sebastian on my way home like I'd done for the past couple of weeks, but I'd not had the energy.

"You okay?" Sebastian asked in concern.

"Yeah. Had a man die today. It was just sad because he knew it. He was a doctor at the hospital we transport to the most." I sniffled.