Month: December 2012

In the nursing home, Mrs. Brown sits in her wheelchair, two feet from the television in her darkened room. The blue hues illuminate her face. Our stretcher rolls past in the hallway. Each door is open. The story on every channel. In stillness, they watch. We are still young, the children call to them. Craddle…

 She has become a regular. She calls early Sunday morning. “923, respond for the abdominal pain.” The dispatcher gives the street and apartment number. It’s always her. We have stopped bringing the gear in. We just wheel the stretcher in and leave it in the hallway, and then walk up the three flights of the…