It was just before midnight on Friday, and Tim and Jordan were hoping for a quiet shift. But it was not meant to be.
The alarm sounding had them racing to their rig, responding to a wrong-way driver crash on Interstate 20.
“Let’s roll, man,” Jordan urged, and Tim pulled out of the bay and hit the sirens and lights.
In mere minutes they’d arrived on scene. Jordan went to the back of the unit to grab the gurney just as Tim got a call over the radio.
“Come again?” he said, then, “Roger, we’re on it.”
“Jordan!” he yelled out the window as two more ambulances arrived.
“What?”
“Just got word there’s another car involved. Down there,” Tim told him, and pointed off the bridge. “Let’s go.”
Jordan double-timed it back to the passenger seat and they made their way to the service road below, w
