The call comes in at 9 AM. It's a Sunday morning, a day long known as a day of rest and spending time with family.
We rush to the house, sirens blaring and lights flashing. We walk in with everything we will need.
We see 3 generations standing around, in shock, in tears. A woman is inconsolable.
As we approach the bedroom, we see the family's fourth generation. I reach for a pulse. Cold.
Hook her up to the monitor. Flat line. We pack up our equipment and leave. Just another day. "You don't even fucking care, do you?" is screamed at us as we leave.
The police step in to help calm the family down.
Don't even care? Its just another day, just another call. Just another face that's just been added to my nightmares. A face that I knew for 45 seconds. Another face that I will never forget.
Maybe the whiskey will help this time.