"Jack? JACKY? Wake up!"

"Uhh... what? Where... where am I?"

"You are on a Rescue Ambulance. What are you thinking Jacky?"

"What?"

"You're a paramedic of the LAFD. You lose your mind?"

"No no no that can't be possible I am studying at University..." I stuttered when I saw the badge on my blue uniform. 

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"What the fuck? Oh, and you do look like Aisha Hinds..."

"What on earth Jacky. I'm Hen."

"Umm...alright...sorry?" 

A sharp beep interrupted me while I am still trying to figure out what happened.

"He's going into cardiac arrest. Starting compressions" I said, and went on with doing CPR.

"OK He might need intubation. Excuse me." Hen swiftly intubated the patient while I am still doing CPR on the patient.

The ambulance stopped, and we moved the patient into the emergency room.

"Great work out there Jacky. Someone clueless as you won't be that quick..." Hen asked me.

"I work for the local St John's Ambulance during my holidays (actually I watched 9-1-1 a few times)" I replied.

"Hen? Jacky? Get on. Let's go back to the Station." Chimney waved at us.

"Alright coming in."

STATION 118, LOS ANGELES 

"Looks like we are back at the right time." Chimney said. It's Lunch Time at the Station.

... 

This is what I can recall...before I fall asleep again...