Am I wrong for what I whispered to a patient while treating him?
I’ve been a paramedic for nine years. Never had a complaint. Now there’s an investigation that could end my career.
The call came in at 2:47 AM. Single-vehicle rollover on Route 9. My partner Diego and I rolled out like any other shift.
The SUV was on its roof. One patient, male, mid-50s, pinned through the windshield. Conscious. Breathing. Vitals unstable but workable.
I crawled in through the passenger window with my kit and got my first real look at his face.
Frank Devereux. My mother’s boyfriend from when I was nine to fourteen. Five years of psychological cruelty that never left a mark a teacher would notice.
He looked at me. Recognition crossed his face like a shadow.
“Tyler?” he said.
I went to work. Airway, C-spine, full protocol. Diego was outside running extraction and couldn’t hear anything over the hydraulic tools.
Frank kept talking. “You grew up big. I think about you, you know. I really do.”
Like we were
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