![]() When the belt gave way he dropped his shears and reached up to grab the woman and gently guided her down. "On my count," he said, drawing back their attention to getting the hell out of there as he prepared to cut her shoulder belt. Not that he voiced that opinion, but he shared a look with Joe that communicated exactly how he felt. "I didn't want to ride with him," the woman admitted softly and Eric didn't blame her one bit. "Shhh, it's okay," Joe said, trying to give the woman what little comfort she could. "Mark told him to shut down the lights, b-but he wouldn't listen," the woman said, sobbing softly. A priority three patient was supposed to get a nice, calm ride to the hospital. Those were the calls for patients who were in absolutely no danger and therefore the State decided that that the crews operating the ambulances and people on the road would not be put in harm's way as a result. Priority three calls were not allowed to use the emergency lights or sirens. "I-it was a-a priority three call," the woman said softly as tears rolled down her cheeks, surprising the hell out of them. ![]() ![]() Shooting a nervous glance at Joe he grabbed his trauma shears out of pants and cut the lap belt off the woman. He'd love a few extra hands, but there wasn't enough room or time for that. ![]() With a firm nod, the man got his hands into position, ready to hold the woman where she was until Eric could help move her. "If I cut her down do you think you could grab her?" Eric asked Justin. ![]()
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