EMS Heat 06 - Red Lights and Silver Bells by Red Lights, Silver Bells
Authors: Red Lights, Silver Bells
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arrival. None of them moved to leave the tree though.
"Shoot, Trippy fell again, but this time he dragged Kaleb and Becca down with him," Matt snarked as they came into the living room.
Dylan flipped him off, while Lucas let out a whoop of laughter. "You're looking up at the lights!"
Before Matt could fire off another smartass comment, Lucas dove onto the ground and joined the rest of them under the tree. It was starting to get a bit crowded, but Dylan didn't mind. After a second, Matt threw his hands up in surrender before he flopped onto the ground beside Lucas.
"Wow, this is kind of pretty," Matt shocked Dylan by admitting.
Dylan could only imagine the picture they presented, all the bodies lying in a semi-circle, staring up into the branches, much like a mechanic would look up into the underbelly of a car. At that moment, he no longer felt any embarrassment. In fact, he probably would have named this one of the best moments of his life.
Then Becca broke the moment by asking, "So, Matt, which one of you is the top and who's the bottom?"
Matt let out a sound of shock.
Dylan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Just when he thought the moment couldn't have gotten better, Becca proved him wrong. He never thought he'd see the day where someone threw the cool, suave Matt for a loop.
Dylan slammed the back doors shut on the rig, glad that his shift was only twenty minutes from being over. After rushing out early to buy Becca and Kaleb's gifts, then another busy day at work, his back ached and he could barely keep his eyes open.
He turned to the double doors leading to St. Michael's ER in hopes of seeing Lisa. She had volunteered to do all the paperwork for the last call and he gratefully accepted—if he had to see another run sheet today, he'd puke. So what if she dotted all her i's with little hearts, just so long as he didn't have to fill the damn things out.
"You look beat," Lucas observed as he came out. He wore his normal blue scrubs, but had pulled on a leather jacket in defense against the weather.
Dylan sniffed, the cold making his nose run. He went to wipe it away only to discover the snot already half-frozen. He scrubbed at it with a gloved hand before responding, "I just have one more day ahead of me and then I get the rest of the week off. How about you?"
Lucas shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "I have to work first shift tomorrow, too. I'm low in seniority here like you are at the ambulance company, which means I get stuck with the shit detail."
"Why don't you and Matt come over after we all get off tomorrow and we can have a late Christmas celebration?" Dylan suggested.
"Look at you getting into the Holiday spirit," Lucas teased gently.
"I didn't exactly have a choice. Becca kind of thrust it down my throat."
"Come on, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself last night." Lucas narrowed his eyes knowingly.
Dylan laughed, knowing when he was busted. "Okay, I had a blast with the tree and dinner."
"Ha! I knew it," Lucas crowed triumphantly.
Dylan turned to grab something from the driver's side of the rig when a burst of pain slammed into his head. The force of whatever hit him threw him into the ambulance, his face colliding with the side of the ambulance in a sickening slapping noise.
At first he assumed he'd pulled off another one of his clumsy moves, but then another blow came, this one driving him to his knees. He glanced toward the source just in time to see a foot coming to his midsection. Dylan tried to move away, but it was already too late. The boot connected solidly with his gut.
"Dad! What in the hell are you doing?" Lucas screamed.
Oh, that's who it is. I should have known, Dylan thought, numbly as he fought the urge to retch. Pain radiated from his stomach, cheek and head, making his sight swim lazily.
"You just had to make Becca leave, too, didn't you?" Dad screamed.
Dylan glanced up, his vision bleary, looking at his
"Shoot, Trippy fell again, but this time he dragged Kaleb and Becca down with him," Matt snarked as they came into the living room.
Dylan flipped him off, while Lucas let out a whoop of laughter. "You're looking up at the lights!"
Before Matt could fire off another smartass comment, Lucas dove onto the ground and joined the rest of them under the tree. It was starting to get a bit crowded, but Dylan didn't mind. After a second, Matt threw his hands up in surrender before he flopped onto the ground beside Lucas.
"Wow, this is kind of pretty," Matt shocked Dylan by admitting.
Dylan could only imagine the picture they presented, all the bodies lying in a semi-circle, staring up into the branches, much like a mechanic would look up into the underbelly of a car. At that moment, he no longer felt any embarrassment. In fact, he probably would have named this one of the best moments of his life.
Then Becca broke the moment by asking, "So, Matt, which one of you is the top and who's the bottom?"
Matt let out a sound of shock.
Dylan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Just when he thought the moment couldn't have gotten better, Becca proved him wrong. He never thought he'd see the day where someone threw the cool, suave Matt for a loop.
Dylan slammed the back doors shut on the rig, glad that his shift was only twenty minutes from being over. After rushing out early to buy Becca and Kaleb's gifts, then another busy day at work, his back ached and he could barely keep his eyes open.
He turned to the double doors leading to St. Michael's ER in hopes of seeing Lisa. She had volunteered to do all the paperwork for the last call and he gratefully accepted—if he had to see another run sheet today, he'd puke. So what if she dotted all her i's with little hearts, just so long as he didn't have to fill the damn things out.
"You look beat," Lucas observed as he came out. He wore his normal blue scrubs, but had pulled on a leather jacket in defense against the weather.
Dylan sniffed, the cold making his nose run. He went to wipe it away only to discover the snot already half-frozen. He scrubbed at it with a gloved hand before responding, "I just have one more day ahead of me and then I get the rest of the week off. How about you?"
Lucas shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "I have to work first shift tomorrow, too. I'm low in seniority here like you are at the ambulance company, which means I get stuck with the shit detail."
"Why don't you and Matt come over after we all get off tomorrow and we can have a late Christmas celebration?" Dylan suggested.
"Look at you getting into the Holiday spirit," Lucas teased gently.
"I didn't exactly have a choice. Becca kind of thrust it down my throat."
"Come on, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself last night." Lucas narrowed his eyes knowingly.
Dylan laughed, knowing when he was busted. "Okay, I had a blast with the tree and dinner."
"Ha! I knew it," Lucas crowed triumphantly.
Dylan turned to grab something from the driver's side of the rig when a burst of pain slammed into his head. The force of whatever hit him threw him into the ambulance, his face colliding with the side of the ambulance in a sickening slapping noise.
At first he assumed he'd pulled off another one of his clumsy moves, but then another blow came, this one driving him to his knees. He glanced toward the source just in time to see a foot coming to his midsection. Dylan tried to move away, but it was already too late. The boot connected solidly with his gut.
"Dad! What in the hell are you doing?" Lucas screamed.
Oh, that's who it is. I should have known, Dylan thought, numbly as he fought the urge to retch. Pain radiated from his stomach, cheek and head, making his sight swim lazily.
"You just had to make Becca leave, too, didn't you?" Dad screamed.
Dylan glanced up, his vision bleary, looking at his
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