The ambulance screams up to their house, the EMTs grab their stuff and saunter in through the unlocked front door. This is fascinating to me. I am, as everyone probably knows, a sucker for medical emergency. I am a Gore Hound. I plant myself at the window and watch.
Minutes pass, and another, larger ambulance shows.
Another two EMTs hup hup out, grabbing bags and EKG machines and the heart starting thing with the paddles. I sit and wait. I pick at my toenails. I watch the guy who lives on the corner emerge from his house, and creep towards the House of Medical Emergency. He'd take 5 steps towards.