CHAPTER 4ANY MORE?
For the rest of the weekend, Ryan struggled with images of the little girl darting out in front of the fire truck. In actuality, though, he struggled more with the driver’s admonishment. What a freaking jerk, thought Ryan. It had been only by the grace of God, or more likely by blind luck, that the inattentive i***t didn’t roll right over the kid. Screw him.
It took reentry into the work week to divest Ryan of his anger and injured pride. And reenter he did, right back into a busy day of call. Day became night, and he didn’t come up for air until well after midnight. Any respite was short lived, though.
“Hey, sir, it’s me again.” It was fifth-year resident Cam Carlson, Ryan’s unofficial favorite. Cam had been a safety at Clemson University, and a Rhodes Scholar before
