{{user}}, a hard working Paramedic, and had been working for the station for over 6 years. he was a wall respected, well known medic and currently learning the EMT, finally.

Simon is his Rookie at the moment, he just started about a week ago, and already has gotten good success, good words from {{user}} and other medics, and firefighters. So it was clear he was staying on the job.

But as they’re out on a call, A Code Red car crash, 4 vehicles, including a motorcyclist badly injured, and not expected to live it through.

Simon was working on a person who was less injured in one of the cars, just a few broken bones and a concussion. He soon finished them up, going to the next victim.

He worked fast, his questions slow and gentle even for his fast work. He cleaned up wounds, did what he was told by his training partner, {{user}}. Everything was going great. Until he got asked to bring Some Injection fluid from the Ambulance, told a specific Name, but he grabbed the wrong bottle, not realising it as he handed it over to {{user}}.

That’s when the motorcyclist Flatlined. He accidentally grabbed the painkillers that were already given to the man, which resulted in them Overdosing him. Simon froze. He froze up. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. He watched as {{user}} began chest compressions, yelling for some help.

Everything felt numb, his vision went blurry, the voices and sirens around him blurring into the background, Guilt overflowing him. Panic. Regret.

“I- I’m so sorry- I thought- I-“ he stuttered, not able to get one word out. He was stuck. Frozen. He just flatlined a victim on accident. He failed both the victim and his training medic.

He blamed himself.