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Charlie Williams Monologue

I can feel his blood covering my hands, but why can’t I see it? I can feel a burning ache in my chest, but why can’t I stop it? Why didn’t I just help him? I could have helped him, I could have saved his life. So why didn’t I? “Charlie, Charlie! We need you over here now, hurry up! ” Yelled Madison. I was on call, not much usually happens when I’m on call. kind of boring but I’ve got nothing better to do I guess. Same as every other Friday night basically. I stop at the 7/11 on the corner of Jay Avenue, buy a packet of cheese doritos and a purple powerade.

Then I park in the third space from the left of the bin at The Royal Queens bridge. I wait, for a call, for someone who needs my help. But why couldn’t I have helped him? After around ehh, I don’t know maybe 3 hours or so, I got my first radio call of the night. “Unit 537T respond, unit 537T. ” I woke up out of my daze “oh damn, that’s me” I said to my empty van. “Unit 537T response active. ” I said. Honestly I was a little excited for something to actually happen, most nights its just me entertaining myself. “We need you at the corner of Jay Avenue as quick a you can.

Reported car accident, one white male, Help needed asap. ” “Unit 537T heading to the scene, Over. ” My first call of the night and I was pumped, ready. I wasn’t far away either and I knew exactly where the Jay Avenue corner was. I reversed out and turned on my lights. I was bit nervous which is odd I’m so used to responding to calls and heading to the scene. I was around 5 minutes away for Jay Avenue when another call come across the radio “All units respond to the corner of Jay Avenue, I repeat all units must respond. ” “Geez all units. ” I said in shook.

If more then 2 drivers respond to an accident then its always pretty serious, but all units? I knew for a fact at least 8 drivers were on call tonight. I began to brace myself for the worst but this is what I was trained to do, so I was ready. I turned on my serein and increased my speed, it’s probably the fasted I’ve ever driven actually. I arrived at the corner of Jay Avenue before I knew it, I was the first on the scene. I saw what was left of a light blue Mazda wrapped around a power pole like a ribbon wrapped around a box. I pulled off the road grabbed my kit and started to run to the car.

But I couldn’t really feel my legs moving, I was numb all over. As I got closer I could see that the pole split the car straight down the centre, so far that the pole was in the middle of what was now a scrap metal pile on the edge of a busy road. I ran my hand over what was left of the bonnet, grabbed to door handle and pulled as hard as I could. Luckily the door opened a lot easier then I excepted. I bent onto my knees and saw a bald man in a black singlet and shorts with a 5cm gauge to his forehead, eyes closed, lent back, cut lip and his shoulder resting behind the giant metal pole that sat in the middle of his car.

Hello sir, my name is Charlie Williams and I’m a paramedic. I’m here to help you. Can you hear me? ” I yelled, he replies with a faint groan. I then check for a pulse, but I can’t find one on his wrist or his chest. I slide my sweaty hands up to his neck, with much relief I find one. As both my hands are around his neck he opens his eyes and looks straight at me. “hello sir, my name is Charlie. What’s your name? ” I say but he doesn’t answer, he continues to look straight at me. “sir what is your name? ” I ask again.

I quickly look up and see that my team partner has just pulled up, she starts to unload the stretcher from the back of the van. I repeated myself for the third time, “sir, what is your name? ” The man then starts to lift his left hand from his lap, his shaky hand touches mine. I look down to see him pushing my hand from upon his chest. I then look at him and he signals me to come closer to his face, so I do. I can hear him breathing, I could see the pain in his eyes. “yes” I say. “Get away from me you black dog! ” He mumbles. “I would rather die then have your dirty slave hands on my chest, saving my life.

He states. I stepped back in shock, my heart had sunk right down in the bottom of my stomach. I tried to speak but my words were trapped. I had tingles all over my body all up my arms and legs. The colour of my skin, my culture and heritage, it had never really bothered me before. Not until now. Finally my words escape my mouth. “Sir, I just want to help you ok? ” Madison come running over with the stretcher and oxygen tank she placed the mask over his mouth, and I quickly stepped out of her way and sat down on the edge of the gutter.

My teeth were chattering, my handing shaking, my whole body was aching. Madison screamed “He’s not going to make it, we didn’t get here in time! ” I want to help her but I couldn’t, I couldn’t move, I was frozen in regret. Three more paramedics started to help Madison but I still couldn’t move, I just kept thinking to myself that I just wanted to help. I was in a daze of everything that had happened that night, everything just happened so quick. “Charlie, Charlie! We need you over here now, hurry up! ” Yelled Madison. Oh crap sorry, I’m coming. ” I replied. I didn’t want to get up but I needed to help him, I needed to prove myself.

He lay upon the stretcher still as a calm night, so peaceful yet so loud. I look at him and pray that he fights this and that he will be ok because for some reason I feel guilt, a huge pile of guilt on my shoulders. I stood back just because of a comment that I should be used to by now. His pain is all on me. I should have helped him sooner and maybe his chances at living would be higher, if only.

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