THE COLD DARK HILLS OF TENNESSEE-
Chaos everywhere in the five county area and by the time I creep into the last ER I’ve had more than my fill of manic-depressives and opiate suicides gone awry. I drop my gear and sift through the patient fridge for a Gatorade G2.
“No Grape?” I ask Jody, the nurse.
Swiping her name tag, she ducks into the doctor’s lounge and returns with a purple drink.
“Thanks,” I say, twisting off the top. “So what you got?”