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Suzie stopped the ambulance with her usual lack of grace in front of 1012 35th Street East. They had received a code 2 dispatch: heart attack. Ian and the other EMTs quickly opened the back door and jumped out of the vehicle.
"Hey! Bitch's in here!”
The redhead looked up to find the owner of that brash voice and, well, he had someone needing his care behind the door that man was standing in front of, but that didn't mean he was blind to beauty. The guy was handsome, if you liked them short, angry and incredibly expressive. He was probably explaining the situation to Ian and his team but the EMT was more focused on how blue the brunet's eyes were.
"... So fucker told me to stay here because Imma upsetting her or-" the man snapped his fingers in front of Ian to get the attention back to his words. "Yo! Ed Sheeran! Maybe just go inside and save the old hag before her homophobic ghost ass starts hunting my shop."
Ian recollected himself and followed his colleagues inside.
Judging by the quantity of plants and flowers arranged in the room, the shop the man was talking about was a flower shop. In front of Ian there was an old lady propped on a red couch, a young man close to her with a bottle of water in his hand. She didn't seem to mind him any attention. She was clutching her heart but the problem seemed her breathing, too fast and irregular.
"How long has she been like this?" Ian asked, crouching in front of her.
"I called you immediately after she collapsed on the floor. So it has been what, 10 minutes? Maybe less?" replied the young man. He was wearing a green apron with a flower embroidered on the front. "I was working in the back, but I heard Mickey's voice getting louder and louder and then something falling heavily on the floor. Is she having a heart attack?"
Ian shook his head. He knew what it was, he had seen it many times.
"No, but please, move a little from the lady." The EMT talked direct to the gray haired woman now, with a calm voice. "M'am? M'am? I need you to listen to me. You are experiencing a panic attack. Everything is going to be okay, but I need you to breathe. Can you breathe for me?"
The old lady seemed to understand his words because she gave the slightest hint of a nod and focused her eyes on his.
Ian started to breathe slowly, giving her an example of what she should try to do. She followed him through his breathing and after a few minutes she removed her hand from her chest. She was breathing almost normally now.
The other two EMTs helped her to stand up. A panic attack was nothing to be laughed at, especially for someone her age. They were taking the patient to the hospital for a more thorough check-up.
Ian's attention had been so zeroed in on helping the woman restore her oxygen back, that he hadn't noticed that the angry brunet from before, had stepped inside the shop. The old lady did notice him, though. She turned even paler than before and it was all thanks to Ian's colleagues holding her up that she didn't fall on the floor another time.
"You…" she muttered
The brunet didn't seem very concerned for her poor condition and raised his eyebrows in defiance.
"Get the fuck out, and never step foot in here ever again!"
As soon as she was out, he slammed the door behind her.
Ian must've stared at the scene with quite the dumbfounded expression on his face, because the black haired man turned the attention to him
"Watcha looking at?" He spat.
Ian opened his mouth, but the young man in the apron spoke first.
"Maybe he's worried about his life. I mean, you've almost killed that poor lady, you have to do something about your manners, Mickey. You're rude and violent and way too aggressive."
The brunet - Mickey- scoffed. He raised an eyebrow at Ian, as if to convey his disbelief about the EMT being scared of him.
"Grandma had it coming. She doesn't do business with the gays… good luck planning her daughter's wedding avoiding all of us."
"You told her you were going to carve your initials in her gums," the young man reminded him.
Mickey rolled his eyes. As if he couldn't believe he was even having the conversation. "Just words. I also threatened to stab her in the heart. It didn't mean I was actually going to do it, did it? Ay, Firectotch?"
If he had to tell the truth, Ian wasn't so sure of Mickey's innocence. But it was also true that he would've happily let that handsome creature carve his initials wherever he wanted on his body. With bites. Also, the other guy who seemed to know Mickey very well had such a "I'm so over this shit" expression on, that seemed to indicate that the brunet was probably more bark than bite. Yet, Ian wasn't eager to test his supposition.
"Well, I think-"
"Gallagher we have to go!"
One of the EMT opened the door to call for Ian, who gave himself a mental slap for letting himself get distracted by a man during working hours.
Mickey huffed. "Just now that you were finally talking to me." He had a glint in his eyes that made Ian feel very sorry he had to go. Why was that man so sexy? Mickey had just induced an old lady into having a panic attack! But then again when did Ian's dick ever cared about such minor details?
"Yeah, sorry. Duty calls, so…"
The redhead motioned to go and he had just opened the door when Mickey called him.
"You ever need a bouquet or some other floral shit, just come here. On the house."
Ian only had the time to answer a dorky "Okay!” before running towards the ambulance.
Steady heart, be steady. And breathe.