Short stories by featured EMS writer and La Crosse paramedic Crystal Wallin

The husband leads us to the basement, where she’s sitting. Trendy sweatpants and a shell shocked expression are my first impressions. He’s keeping the small ones at bay as they try to see around him, wondering “what’s wrong with Mommy?” Mommy’s stomach hurt and she was closer to the basement restroom when she sat down and she hasn’t gone far. There’s a small throw rug in front of the toilet that matches the shower curtain and the valance at the small half window. A hand towel, in keeping with the scheme, lies folded in half a short distance away. My partner, a male, steps outside at my nod and begins to get demographics. The pt and I regard each other, then the towel.  >> Click to read more...