Endless as the Stars
By
Domina Alexandra
Endless as the Stars © 2021 Domina Alexandra
Triplicity Publishing, LLC
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced,
distributed, or transmitted in any form without permission.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the
product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments,
events of any kind, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition – 2021
Cover Design: Triplicity Publishing, LLC
Interior Design: Triplicity Publishing, LLC
Editor: Miranda Campbell - Triplicity Publishing, LLC
Also by Domina Alexandra
I Belong With Her
A Night Claimed (Claimed Series book 1)
Omega Rising (Claimed Series book 2)
Love Undercover
I’d like to thank Triplicity publishing for giving me a platform to
share my stories. My editor, Miranda Campbell; you rock. Thanks for all
your suggestions and catching anything that would take away from Tia and
Carina’s story. And my three amazing friends, Marisol, Naomi, and Maria
for helping me come up with options for a cover. Some suggestions will
never be shared, but I know the ending was a success.
I dedicate this book to every paramedic/emt partner out there in the
medical emergency world and my personal best, Steve. There’s nothing
more powerful than facing every call with someone you trust. And laughing
through the ones you walk out baffled on. Anyone in the medical field
knows what I’m talking about.
Prologue
“Get me out!” The aggression from the patient was heard loud and
clear. He shook violently on the gurney, ankles and wrists placed in soft
restraints. His face was flushed, eyes pinpointed from the drugs he’d been
taking. “I swear…” he roared loud enough for Tia to wish for ear plugs. Tia
tried never to place her patients in a box. It was a trap for treating her
patients with addictions all the same or becoming indifferent to their
situation.
The ambulance drew to a stop, Tia sneaking a peek out the back
double sided small windows. They were at a stop light. “Hey, Paul.
Remember, we’re not the cops. We only have you in restraints for your
protection as well as our own.”
“That’s bull shit,” he sneered. He shook his arms, trying to break free.
The gurney shook but never broke from its locked position.
“You good back there?” Bruce called out. He twisted, checking for
her response.
Tia shifted forward so that he could see she was physically safe and
gave a thumbs up just as their patient tried to grab her pants. “Whoa there,
buddy.” Tia sat back on her seat. The ambulance began to move again, and
she counted the seconds in her head until they’d arrive. Preferably soon.
Since picking up their patient from the gas station and having the fire
department assist them in putting him in restraints, her patient had not
calmed down.
“Can I check your vitals, Paul?” Tia held the blood pressure cuff up
for him to see. She always asked for their permission.
His face skewed into a new platform of rage. “No!”
“We’re five minutes out,” Bruce shouted from up front.
“Thanks.” Tia looked down at her patient. “You hear that. We’re
almost there.”
“I don’t want to go. Let me out!” Her patient continued to bellow.
After the last word left his mouth his rage seemed to deplete, as if his mind
suddenly switched gears. “Why do I have to go?” He asked in a pleading
voice.
Tia moved from the side of him to the captain’s chair directly behind
him. She heard him begin to cry, groaning from his emotional agony. “Paul.
You’re not well. We only want to help. Let us.” Tia picked up the intercom
mic. “Hey Paul, I need to call the hospital, okay?” He continued to cry, and
Tia took her chance to call the hospital before he went back to screaming.
“This is Medic 111 to Unity Memorial.” As she gave her report, Tia
watched as his hands squirmed around, trying to search for a new way out.
He was about to burst into a new fit of rage and she advised the hospital to
have security present.
Finished, Tia slid around the gurney, sitting beside her patient again.
“You’re taking me against my will,” her patient argued.
After he tried to destroy the gas station and attack the employees, Tia
knew he’d only have a few hours of freedom before the cops would come
and arrest him in the hospital.
“Let me out, now!” he bellowed. He tried to reach for her leg and
then spit at her. Tia slid fast across the bench barely escaping his
unsuccessful attempt.
“Bruce,” Tia called out.
“I read your mind partner. Give me one second.” Bruce pulled over
and helped her place a spit bag over their patient’s head. No one wanted a
spit bath.
As she waited for her partner to come to the back, a headache began
to emerge at the back of her head from all the emotions her patient
expressed. She looked at the time on her wrist watch and sighed. Another 11
hours to go in the start of her 12 hour shift.
*
“Bro…” Tia chuckled. “I seriously went to sleep with a dozen
personalities in my head. I had a dream I was on a boat cruise with every
one of our patients. Trapped.” Tia and Bruce were sitting at the dining room
table connected to one side of the living room.
Bruce took a bite of his burger just as Tia finished her story and began
laughing in hysteria when she finished. She noticed his eyes widen as he
coughed harshly. He was choking on his burger and stood, stomping his
foot on the tiled floor as if that would help him cough it out.
“Tia, help him,” Carina said, concerned as she saw her husband
struggle to breathe.
Bruce coughed two more times and then gasped as his wife patted
him harshly on the back. She smacked his back again, not sensing that he’d
recovered. “Ouch, babe.” He winced, arching out his chest and took a step
from his wife. “Why are you beating on me?” He reached for his glass of
soda, swallowing most of it down his aching throat. Bruce shook his head
as if Carina beat him on the regular.
All while watching Bruce and his wife, Tia chuckled, sticking a fry in
her mouth. “You weren’t lying when you said Carina beats on you.”
“Oh, you two.” Carina picked up a fry from her husband’s plate and
tossed it at him.
“What’d I do?” He laughed, watching his wife closely for another
slap, this time over his head.
Tia knew the number one thing to do when someone was choking and
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sp; coughing at the same time, was to tell them to continue coughing. Bruce
was a paramedic and she knew he could handle himself. He choked on his
food once a week, so he was an expert. Going back to their conversation,
Tia continued. “Seriously though, we had way too many emotional patients
today. Total overload.”
“Next shift, we’ll request only patients who have diarrhea or feel like
they have an allergy who aren’t displaying any allergic reactions,” Bruce
teased her. Bruce was always great at reminding her of the perks in being in
the healthcare industry.
In response, Tia flipped him off.
“Mom, Tia stuck her middle finger up at Dad,” Rina tattled. She was
Bruce’s oldest daughter and daddy’s little girl.
Bruce grinned, pleased by his daughter defending him.
“Tia, don’t get in trouble in my house!” Carina yelled from the living
room in a playful tone.
“Really?” Tia asked, pressing her hand to her heart.
Rina shrugged. “You take me to a Julia Michaels concert for my
birthday this summer and I’ll back you next time.”
“Blackmail.” Tia shook her head. “You see the kind of daughter
you’re raising?” Tia smiled and looked at her watch. It was almost eight and
close to her bedtime. “I should get going.”
“You are crazy,” Bruce stated. He wiped his hands in a paper towel,
standing back up. “We barely ended our shift a little over 12 hours ago and
now you’re going to work a double.”
Tia shrugged. “I need the money,” she argued.
“For what?” Bruce countered. He held his index finger up, going
down a list and adding another in his rant. “You aren’t dating anyone, so no
girlfriend expenses. And you don’t have some sick grandma to take care of.
Are you finally listening to my wise advice and going to paramedic school
next semester?”
Tia snorted. He’d been hounding her for over a year about going to
paramedic school. They worked together as an EMT and paramedic crew
and she was content. Being his partner for over three years, she had no
desire changing to a new crew if she became a paramedic. Countless times,
Tia relied on Bruce to have her back. And he knew she’d have his. They’d
been on calls that ranged from cautious to very dangerous. It wasn’t easy
finding a good partner and Bruce was the best. Tia wasn’t willing to give
him up. She brushed her finger over her nose a few times and shrugged. “I
just like working.”
He planted his hands over his waist, searching her eyes for a better
answer.
Carina walked over, saving Tia from Bruce’s potential lecture. She
wrapped her arms around his waist and he dropped his arms. “Leave her be.
Tia will do what she wants when she wants. You hounding her won’t
change that.” She smiled at Tia and winked.
Tia mouthed a thank you and stood, collecting her plate. She went
into the kitchen and began cleaning her dirty dish. She stood alone and
silent until Carina walked up. Tia looked up as Carina stood beside her and
held out her hand. “Thanks for the save.”
Carina opened the dishwasher and placed the plate inside. “Of course.
He means well, as you know, but he just doesn’t know when to quit.”
Tia snorted. “Agreed.” She dried her hands on the towel and turned to
face the dining room. “I should get going.”
“He is right about one thing,” Carina said in a supportive tone. “You
should take a breath. Go out and have a day to yourself. Or you’ll miss out
on something special.”
“Something or someone?” Tia grinned, knowing what Carina was
trying to say.
“Both,” Carina said. Bruce entering her life was the best thing that
could’ve happened to Tia. He was the brother she never thought she’d have.
The friendship she had with Carina was real too, as well as with their kids.
“You, Bruce, and those kids of yours give me more than I’ve ever needed,
but I’ll keep what you both said in mind.”
The kids were chasing after Bruce and screaming through the house.
Carina shook her head and leaned against the counter. “Take me with you,”
she joked.
Tia patted her shoulder. “You chose this life,” she said and headed
out.
*
After working a double shift, Tia went home and planted herself in
bed. She kicked off her shoes, staring up at the ceiling. Carina’s words
really stuck with her all shift. What would it hurt to take off one day? She
practically worked six days a week. She tapped her fingers vigorously
against the bed, deciding her fate. Tilting her head outward, she looked to
the window, the sun barely coming up. She’d have to work her normal shift
with Bruce tonight. Could he survive one shift without her? She smiled. Tia
dug through her front pocket, heaving out her phone as she texted one of
her coworkers who worked part time. He’d needed more hours. She offered
him her shift for tonight and within minutes he accepted.
It was too late to change her mind. Instead of texting Bruce that she
wouldn’t be there, Tia figured it would be more entertaining knowing he’d
look around confused about her whereabouts. He was always toying with
her; it was about time she did the same thing to him.
Tia reached for the remote and turned on the TV, finding her favorite
classic cartoon Scooby-Doo. She liked listening to it in the background as
she fell asleep. She’d barely watched several minutes of it before her eyes
drifted shut.
*
She woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. Tia tossed it further
away from her, wanting to stay asleep. The phone began to ring again and
Tia groaned. She reached blindly for it, getting irritated and shifted onto her
elbow, blinking lazily to find it. It continued to ring as Tia scooted across
her bed, picking up her phone right at the edge. She looked at the caller I.D.
just as the call ended. She had five texts and three missed calls. One from
the guy who was covering her tonight, one from her supervisor, and the
other from an unknown number.
Alarmed by these many calls, Tia twisted, kicking the blankets off her
body just as her phone began to ring again. She didn’t bother seeing who it
was, answering quickly. She looked at the time on her watch as Bruce’s
wife cried out to her in panic.
“What’s wrong?” Tia asked, the pit of her stomach swirling and
twisting into knots. She could sense the fear in Carina’s tone expecting an
emergency to have occurred with one of Bruce’s kids.
“Oh God, I thought you were with Bruce tonight,” Carina cried.
It was after eight and Bruce started his shift two hours ago. “No. I
took your advice and called out. What’s wrong?”
Carina continued to sob, trying to speak. “He was…shot…” she cried
out.
Tia nearly dropped the phone from her hand. Her throat clogged and
the ability to breathe was removed from her memories. Long seconds
passed before she gasped for a breath and tears fell from her eyes.
“Where…where are you?”Tia
stuttered. So many thoughts were attempting
to force their way into Tia’s mind but she pushed them out when she heard
Carina speak again.
“My sister’s watching the kids. I’m on my way to the hospital.”
Once she learned which hospital, Tia said she’d be there and leapt out
of bed, nearly forgetting to put on her shoes. She scurried out of her
apartment, fearing the worst as she drove to the hospital.
Two of her supervisors, a few coworkers, and a fire crew were seated
in the waiting room of the ER. Tia rushed up to Dean who’d covered her
shift. His face was pale, eyes webbed with tears. “What the hell happened?”
Tia looked to him for an answer, ready to shake him if he didn’t speak right
away. He sat in the chair, his face in shock. He was wearing ER scrubs.
That was a clear sign he’d gotten a lot of blood on him and had to change.
The thought of losing Bruce was unnerving as Tia pleaded with the universe
for him to be okay. The one night she chose not to work and he was shot.
“Tia…” Carina sobbed.
Tia turned, Carina rushing through the ER entrance doors and into her
arms. “Where’s my husband?” She cried in her arms.
Tia searched for a nurse and found one she knew. They locked eyes,
and the nurse mouthed, I don’t know, understanding what Tia was going to
ask. That meant the trauma doctors were still working on Bruce. Tia could
feel Carina’s entire body shaking from fear, doing her best to contain her
own emotions. “He’ll be okay. He has to be,” Tia told Carina as she
continued to comfort her best friend’s wife.
Anger surfaced in her eyes, but Tia reeled it back in. The one night
she chose not to work, and this happened. She should’ve been there to back
him. Tia knew she needed to be here now for Carina and found them a place
to sit and wait for a doctor to tell them if Bruce was alive or not.
Minutes turned into nearly an hour. They were seated side by side, Tia
never letting go of Carina’s hand. She wanted to find out what happened but
chose to stay at Carina’s side instead. Bruce wouldn’t want her to leave his
wife alone. Carina didn’t need to hear the details right now. Tia tapped her
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