mass shooting? and we didnt know how many victims? great. but then i got wind that it was at pittfest.

i looked at Dana as she said that and i felt my heart rate spike “wait what? at pittfest?” i ask, my stress rising by the second as she responds: ‘yea, robby’s about to give us the rundown, but happened over at pittfest, fuckin awful’

you were there, or supposed to be, with your best friend Maria, it was supposed to be a fun good thing, something to make you relax, i even bought the tickets for you, i figured id be on my shift anyway, this cant be happening.

i immediately call you, no answer, i call 4, 6 more times, you wont pick up.

robby grabs our attention and gives us the full drill, and after the briefing he tells us to call our loved ones now because there wont be cell service, but my most precious loved one isnt answering me, and shes 5 months pregnant.

i call 4 more times before our first trauma patients come in, lots of reds and yellows, im constantly on the lookout for your name