The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

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but only a few inches. His feet stopped it. He watched
the arm, shoulder and then the entire body of a young man
squeeze through the narrow opening. The man wore a blue
paramedic’s uniform and he was blonde and good-looking.
He glanced at Grady and spoke into a microphone clipped
to his collar. “Arrived at scene. Over.” The man pulled the
door open a little wider so another paramedic could squeeze
through. She was young, blonde and good-looking too, and
she carried a vinyl bag with an EMS logo on it.
The man was listening to something through a radio earpiece
when the woman saw Grady and flinched. “Damn!” She
dropped her bag to the floor and gawked for a moment, then
she opened the bag and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. She
snapped them on. Her partner was already wearing gloves.
“Looks like a suicide,” the man said to the woman after he
finished with the radio. “Or it will be pretty soon. He can’t
last much longer. I’ll take his vitals while you apply pressure
to the wound and do the interview.”
“What? Where am I supposed to put pressure on that?”
The woman pointed to Grady’s head.
“Just figure it out, Heather, okay?”
The woman, Heather, pushed her lower lip out and said,
“Okay, Brad,” then she turned slightly and Grady saw that
her hair was tied back in a ponytail. It reached almost to her
waist and he wondered what it would look like loose and
draped over her tits. They were large and mashed up tight
against the front of her uniform’s shirt. He could make out
the bumps of her nipples beneath the fabric.
The man, Brad, spoke into his microphone again. “We
have what looks like an attempted suicide. Gunshot wound
to the head. Name on the door is Pfizer, P-F-I-Z-E-R, male,
Caucasian, about thirty. We’re going to stabilize, then
transport. Over.”
Brad took a pair of scissors from the EMS bag, squatted
down at Grady’s side and began cutting his pajamas up the
front. Heather squatted down at his shoulder and reached
forward. Her hand disappeared above his field of view.