#fdadventures

[fxbixnd]

🔱  Based, but tweaked into Royals: xx

          Looking up to spot Valentina, he noticed what direction she seemed to be heading in and decided to call the, royal heir to the thrown, out on it. He didn’t necessarily hate the Princess, but he didn’t really like her either. Not her attitude at least. Seeing at he put his life on the line for her every time they stepped out of the palace, he just wished they’d get along a little bit. Maybe then he’d feel like dying for her, if it ever came to that, would be worthwhile. Having been hired to protect her at all times, Fabian was given a daily itinerary of her planned events: public, private, social, and not so social, like a walk, running errands, or the gym for example. “I have nothing left on your schedule today... did you leave something out?” He didn’t intend on getting out of his spot until she gave him an answer though, wiped from the days’ activities as is. 

Honestly, Fabian didn’t mind going back out, it was his job, he just would’ve liked to have been given a heads up first, seeing as he had a hot shower, tv marathon, and snacks waiting for him in his sleeping chamber now that he thought the day’s work was done. Guess they’d just have to wait a little longer for him. @picassoxbaby

[thewalmartbrand]

3rd Call

Some people are dumbasses. I am so thankful that no one was seriously injured, so don't be offended by that first sentence. December 20th, 2013, 10:30pm. I've just gotten out of the shower when my mom yells that my radio is going off. A wreck with injury, of course, because I attract those like a magnet. I drive to station 2, throw on my gear, and hop onto 495 with a different lieutenant this time. We drive 10 minutes down the road to the wreck, where our bordering department has already arrived at. A white Toyota has hit a Jeep Cherokee. The front of the Toyota is completely crushed, while the jeep has not a single scratch. The jeep's driver is in the ambulance on scene getting checked on. The Toyota's driver is in her car. Officer Hughes walks to the Toyota with the breathalizer. She refuses. I nudge the other probie also on scene knowing that a sobriety test is just around the corner. Of course the woman is drunk. The policeman escorts her to the back of his cruiser. We ask chief if it is okay to clear out. The wreck was on a highway and we had backed up traffic. And get this, the drunk woman is a teacher! I swear, humans make the dumbest decisions.

[thewalmartbrand]

2nd Call

Tones go off, another wreck with injury (earning me the nickname "wreck with injury" Brie because that's all we get when I'm there). 495 goes out with 3 on board, me being can. We pull on scene and immediately take out medical gloves. One car slammed into the back of another. It's crazy, one car was destroyed in the front while the other didn't even have a scratch. The couple and their puppy in the destroyed car stand next to it. Both are okay besides the guy's arm being pretty cut up, nothing a stitch or two couldn't fix. The puppy is also fine, I was worried about it too, to be honest.   The car that doesn't have a scratch on it requires a back-board for the man. My lieutenant grabs the vital signs machine and jogs over to the car. No one slows down around here for some reason. The cars on the road would just fly by. The man has a neck brace on by the time I get over there. He's okay, but needs to be taken to the hospital due to back pain.   Normal questions are asked by the state trooper. "Do you smoke?" "Have you been drinking?" "Are you on any medications?" the guy passes this health-test with an A+ and is loaded into the ambulance.

[thewalmartbrand]

1st Call

  It's 3:35pm on Saturday, December 14th, 2013 when the tones go off. Central calls Trinity unit to a wreak with injury half a mile down the road from Station 2. I've been at the station for the last 4 hours, so my lieutenant calls in 3 on board the rescue as we zip up or turnouts and head out. Chief announces a DOA and we look at one another.   The car is wrapped around the pole. The drivers' side caved in at least three feet. You can see the young woman's hand draped over the passenger's from the road. I step closer to the car and am told to stop. As my lieutenant walks to me, the light has left his eyes. We drape a sheet over the car and wait for the coroner.   Natural curiosity of people is what gets me the most. The crane in people's necks as they drive by the scene. Everyone now and then, someone takes a picture. The coroner arrives five minutes before the young woman's guardians. Everyone is silent as Chief lets the guardians know. "She didn't make it, did she?" the older female asks. The coroner shakes his head no, and the woman breaks. That was the hardest part for me.   It takes thirty minutes until we are allowed to get the young woman out. My only job I'm given is to chock the car up so it does not slide. We are thankful that cutting her out is not necessary. The police chief and I hold a sheet up to block passing civilians from seeing her.   There is not much blood, besides a broken ankle, and a 23-year-old woman that had lost her life.