Hashtag Paramedic

what’s the bloodiest, the goriest it’s what they’re really hoping for but bread and butter routine falls uninjured, aging vulnerables just needing putting back to bed or in their chair, their blanket days with smiles as they’re left alone strong but crying inwardly the cold and lonely prison home we drive away hoping that someone will check up on them and after shift when we’re in bed thinking are they still there sat where we left them hours past have they eaten, have they ‘been’ that’s the toughness no-one sees or wants to hear or gives a damn or interested when they ask what’s the worst call that you had