Chapter Six
Dawson
“You three are first up in the rotation for training with naloxone,” Nick Hudson explained. “I’m starting with y’all because you happen to be the ones who responded to the last overdose. I know it’s been weighing on you, but the guy’s going to be okay, and that’s all that matters.”
I leaned back in my chair at the round table where I was seated with Jackson, Wade, and Nick, who was the administrative supervisor for Stolen Hearts Valley Emergency Response. My chest tightened, and cold tension balled in my gut.
Nick was referring to the emergency injections to administer when people accidentally, or not, overdosed on the opiates that were the scourge of society these days. I’d been a first responder for over a decade now. Not much got to me, so I hated how much that on
