The Surfer and the Paramedic
paramedic!jake 'hangman' seresin
9-1-1, what is your emergency?
when jake was a kid he had wanted nothing more than to play pro-baseball. he loved the sport and worked his tail off to succeed. and he had great prospects to go pro. he had already committed to the texas longhorns, going to college to further his experience before going pro.
he never thought he would need a back-up plan...
not until his senior year when a raging storm tore through texas and devasted the towns in its path.
jake and a few of his friends had made the horrible decision to chase it. only for it to turn around and chase them.
the memory of the event is hazy. the visuals of it anyway. the pain? jake remembered it vividly.
his leg, from the knee down, had gotten crushed by debris. it was a devastation to his life plans, his dreams. the debris crushed more than his leg...
but something came out of that.
jake had been saved. his got to keep his leg because of the paramedics and fire/rescue team that managed to pull him out.
and that is where jake found a new opportunity.
and that's where he met you.
the surfer who would change his life as he saved hers...
hey guys! i know i don't usually leave comments under these but i did mention in this post that this will have a fic to go with it! and once i can get the muse to cooperate with me on things, i will have it written.
and i do want to apologize for not getting this up last week like i said i would. i haven't been feeling quite like myself lately, but im trying to get back to it because i want to share my ideas with anyone that wants to see them. 💜
