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My muse writes about yours. Perhaps the first time they met, or an event that was particularly important to our muses’ relationship.
January 18thToday we went out on one of the worst calls of my entire life. I like to think that I can handle junkies who are one track mark away from an overdoes and homeless addicts who try to steal supplies from the back of our ambulance when they think we’re not watching. When the victim turns out to be one of your oldest and closest friends, though? That’s a whole other story entirely. Heartbreaking doesn’t do it justice, honestly. Hardly being able to recognize the Ellie that I once knew was more than enough to rip my heart out of my chest barehanded.
Just thinking about it hours later makes me sick. What happened to her? She had so much life inside of her and the whole world in front of her. When did that light dim, and why wasn’t I paying enough attention to see it? Some might say it’s too late to bother doing anything about it now, but I say screw them. I want my best friend back, and she deserves to have her life back. It might be buried underneath a hell of a lot of pain and trauma, but Ellis Shepherd still has so much to offer this world.
Starting tomorrow morning, I’m going to do whatever it takes to get her the help she needs. If she hates me for it, oh well. As long as she’s safe, that’s all I care about. I’m not about to lose someone else that I care about if I don’t have to. I refuse.
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