Sandy

Author: Newbeau

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Johnny goes beyond the call of duty to save a lonely young woman.

Content Warning: Just some bizarre concepts.

Archive: Yes

Sandy

by Newbeau

She had planned this for a long time. No reason not to go ahead with the plan. She would not be missed. Of that she was certain. Her family had long since stopped caring and she had no friends. Just a few minutes and it would all be over.

She slipped under the blanket on the bed and reached for the knife. It was very sharp. This was not the time to be caught with a dull knife. She opened it and watched the light reflect off the blade. Now or never.

She pressed the blade against her left wrist, feeling it bite into her skin. Slowly the blood began to trickle and she smiled. This would show everybody. They would feel guilty for driving her to it.

The blood flowed faster now and she became tired. She closed her eyes and waited for Death to claim her. Only in death could she be free.

Time passed. How long, she wasn't sure. A noise awakened her. She was not alone. Two men were in the room with her. "Are you an angel?" she asked one, a thin man with long dark hair.

"No ma'am," he replied. "I'm a paramedic."

Damn, she was alive.

As they worked on her, she thought back to what had brought her to this moment. She was 23 and saw no future for herself. Once she'd had a family that cared and many friends. Then, one by one, they had left her. "Sorry, Sandy, get a life," they would say. She didn't want a life. Not anymore.

The final straw had been when her boyfriend, Ben, had dumped her for her ex best friend. After that, she stopped going to work, she didn't eat much, she never went anywhere. She had stopped living, her body just didn't realize it.

Where had she gone wrong? The knife had been sharp, she had bled. How did the paramedics get in? Who called them? Nobody cared, yet somebody must have called. Who? Whoever it was, she would never forgive them. She wanted to die.

"You're going to be just fine," the dark haired paramedic told her. "We're going to take you to Rampart. The doctors there are really good."

"No!" she screamed, trying to push him away, but she was too weak. "Let me die. I want to die."

Part Two

Johnny continued bandaging her wrist. He hated to lose patients, especially like this. What made people, especially a young, pretty woman like this, do this? She had her whole life ahead of her. How could something be so bad that she would want to die?

Soon the ambulance arrived and took Sandy to the hospital. Johnny tried not to worry about her as they went back to the station. Don't get involved with the patients. He knew that rule all too well. If you got too personally involved with a patient, you ceased to be a professional. It was a constant battle for him and most time he didn't get too involved, but this one bothered him too much.

"She'll be okay," Roy assured him as they went back to the station. "We got to her in time."

"I hope you're right," Johnny said, but he couldn't shake the bad feeling. The two things he hated most were rescues involving children and rescues involving attempted suicides. It was too easy to get personally involved in those rescues.

The next few hours went by with no rescues. Johnny kept busy helping clean up the station, but his mind kept drifting back to Sandy. Next time they went to Rampart he would make sure to ask about her. "Please be okay," he silently prayed as he swept the floor.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the alarm. "Squad 51, unknown type rescue, 1531 Peach Tree Lane."

Johnny and Roy got in the squad and rushed to the rescue. Johnny was able to forget about Sandy for the moment and work on the victim. It was a routine heart attack and the patient looked like he would make it. At least they were able to save somebody today.

At Rampart Johnny paced nervously, dreading asking about Sandy. He didn't know how he would react if she hadn't made it.

Dixie noticed how he was acting and asked Roy, "What's wrong with Johnny?"

"I think he's worried about that attempted suicide we brought in this morning," Roy answered. "Those type of rescues always bother him. How is she?"

"I haven't heard," Dix answered. "I'll ask Kel."

Dr. Bracket walked up at that moment. He had heard their conversation. "She didn't just cut her wrist," he said. "She also took some pills. I'm sorry, she didn't make it."

"No!" Johnny screamed and collapsed on the floor with a sob.

Part Three

Time seemed to stand still and move fast all at once. The walls were spinning, everything was dark. He could hear sounds, like somebody was trying to talk to him, but he couldn't make out words or even tell who was talking to him. Was he even still at Rampart?

The floor seemed to fall out from underneath him and he was tumbling downward, towards the abyss. He didn't have time to scream.

Slowly Johnny opened his eyes, not sure he wanted to see where he was. With a sigh of relief he found himself at the station. How he got there from the hospital, he had no idea. He didn't remember anything after hearing that Sandy had died. Roy had probably brought him back.

One thing bothered him. If it was in the middle of the shift, why was it so quiet? It was always noisy around the station. The tv was usually on when they weren't out on a call. This was indeed very strange.

Johnny quickly made his way into the kitchen. Nobody was there, not even Henry. That was even stranger. Henry had never moved off the couch. Then he noticed the calender on the wall. There was something strange about the date. He took a closer look.

According to the calender, it was last week.

to be continued in
PART FOUR