Milk and Cookies By Kajakat "Can't sleep?" "No." He answered his partner glumly. "Neither can I." He shifted in his bed. "Are you thinking about that rescue?" "Yeah. You too?" "Uhuh." "Just cause you can't sleep doesn't mean you should wake everyone up." Chet voiced. "Shut up Chet!" One man said as he threw a pillow toward The Phantom. The other man laughed. As if a silent clue was given, the two men got out of their beds, put on their bunker clothes and headed toward the kitchen. One man reached for two glasses and plates while the other man took the milk out from the refrigerator. Chocolate chip cookies were on the kitchen table and the men helped themselves to some as they sat down. "I don't get it. "What's that?" "I just don't un'erstand. Why people do that?" "I don't know." He bit into his cookie, avoiding eye contact with his partner. He was at a loss for words. What the two witnessed was something no one should ever see. Unfortunately, paramedics and police officers were usually the first to witness the carnage people do to one another. "I'll tell ya something. I don't wanna go to another rescue like this in a long time. I sometimes wonder why I do it." He let out a nervous laugh that caught the attention of his partner. "You know why you do it." "I do?" "You want to help people." "Yeah I wanna help people. But I don't wanna help stupid people." "Stupid people?" "Yeah people who wanna hurt each other. I'm getting too old for that." A crooked grin appeared on his face, which made his partner laugh. "Too old. You're too old at 26. What does that make me?" "Older." He finished his last cookie and finished his milk with one last gulp. "Ahh, that was good." He stood and grabbed both plates and cups and brought them to the sink. "Yeah, that hit the spot." He yawned as he arose from the chair. "I think I can sleep now." "Me too." The two emotionally weary men slowly made their way back to the dorm. Their brief conversation helped the two men deal with the disturbing events they witnessed earlier. The station lights went on before they had a chance to go back to sleep. "Squad 51, Unknown type rescue. Corner of Greenwood and Torrance. Greenwood and Torrance. Timeout 4:24." "Squad 51, 10-4. KMG-365." He hung up the microphone and then jumped into the squad. The engine was started and the lights and sirens were turned on as the vehicle left the station. The two looked at each other, hoping this 'unknown' rescue would not be a repeat of what they witnessed earlier. Author's note: THANKS to everyone who wrote a mini E! And Thanks to all those who visit my site to read these stories. I only thought it appropriate that I should write one too. |