Graduating from high school.

I'm about to graduate from high school, and I already know that I want to be a paramedic. Indeed, I am working as a lifeguard, and one day, we had to call an ambulance because a little boy got hit on his head. When the paramedics arrived with all their equipment, I was very impressed. I think this is why I want to do this profession today. The only thing I don't know is where I want to do my training. I am hesitating with 2 good schools : Ahuntsic College and the Sainte-Foy cegep. Where should I go?

Choice 1 : Montreal

Choice 2 : Quebec

AHUNTSIC.

I finally received my acceptance letter from the Ahuntsic College. When the autumn session will begin, I will be in the Pre-Hospital Emergency Care program. I am so happy! The next step is finding a place to live in Montreal. I know there is a great student residence, but I could get an apartment too.

Choice 1 : Student residences

Choice 2 : Apartment

SAINTE-FOY.

I got accepted in Pre-Hospital Emergency Care at Sainte-Foy. I am so excited! I am lucky to have an uncle who lives with his wife (my aunt) in a little town further from Quebec City : they want me to move in with them for the time of my studies without paying any rent, so I can concentrate on my homework. My parents and I filled the car with the stuff I am bringing to Quebec. My mom asks me if I want to drive the car, I am a new driver, so I hesitate.

Choice 1 : Accept

Choice 2 : Refuse

Arriving at the student residences.

I think it is better for a student to live in the school residences. It is near the college and the rent is lower. My father stops the car, and we start to take my stuff in my new home. There are a lot of pretty girls, and the atmosphere makes me think that there will be a lot of parties. Indeed, when all the parents left their kid to their room, everyone meets downstairs for a big party. I don't know anybody, and everyone is drunk or high. A guy comes to me, we chat for a short moment. His name is David, and he offers me to go smoke a joint. I want to be cool, be part of a group, but I know it is not a good idea in my field of study. I don't know what to do and David is waiting for my answer.

Choice 1 : Go to smoke the blunt with David

Choice 2 : Refuse his offer and never talk to him again

Living in an apartment.

I found a pretty apartment in Saint-Michel district. It is not too far from my school. The only thing is that my rent is expensive. I have to consider the option to have roommates.

Choice 1 : Choose to live alone and pay my bills

Choice 2 : Look for roommates

Car crash.

We are driving for almost an hour, I can see the famous Quebec bridge. Suddenly, a gasoline truck breaks just in front of us, our car hits the back of the truck, and we explode. My parents and I are dead. I should have gone to Montreal.

Choice 1 : Go back in time and go to Ahuntsic College

I felt in drugs.

A year later, I realize that I fucked up my life. I am now a junkie. I am partying too much with my new friends, and we do a lot of drugs... My dream of being a paramedic is now impossible... I should have stayed alone or at least, known a little more the people I've let in my life.

Choice 1 : Go back in time and make better choices

Study.

Three years later, I am doing very well, and I am proud of the decisions I made. My internship went well, I got my diploma in Pre-Hospital Emergency Care and it is now time to decide where I want to work. By doing that, I understand that I am getting sucked up in the working life, but it will improve my income and at least, I won't work in a building where office politics and drama queens are everywhere. The choice is difficult, I don't know where I want to work as a paramedic. One part of me wants to return to my hometown, but the other part wants to work here, in Montreal. I have to decide.

Choice 1 : Go to my hometown

Choice 2 : Stay here

Urgence Santé.

I just sent my CV to Urgence Santé's HR. I feel great, even fulfilled. This fulfillment probably comes from the near accomplishment of my old dream : being a paramedic. I am lost in my head. Suddenly, my phone rings. It is an unknown number. I answer, and a female voice tells me that my application has been selected. There won't be any interview because the company already know me. Indeed, my straight A's talk for themselves. She tells me that I will start working next week. I don't believe it! Before we hang up, she tells me that I must choose between night or day shifts. I don't have a lot of time to think, what should I do?

Choice 1 : Night shifts.

Choice 2 : Day shifts.

Urgence Bois-Francs.

I just sent my CV to Urgence Bois-Francs' HR. I feel great, even fulfilled. This fulfillment probably comes from the near accomplishment of my old dream : being a paramedic. I am lost in my head. Suddenly, my phone rings. It is an unknown number. I answer, and a female voice tells me that my application has been selected. There won't be any interview because the company already know me. Indeed, my straight A's talk for themselves. She tells me that I will start working next week. I don't believe it! Before we hang up, she tells me that I must choose between night or day shifts. I don't have a lot of time to think, what should I do?

Choice 1 : Night shifts.

Choice 2 : Day shifts.

Night shifts.

A lot of people are superstitious and think that ghosts, werewolves, and monsters go out during the night. When a superstitious person becomes a paramedic, that person could think that there are more psychiatric calls during the night. Especially when it's the full moon. I am not that type of person. I want to work night shifts because I often do insomnia and the types of calls are more related to intoxications, bar fights, and that kind of thing. I think this kind of calls are going to thrill me more than the regular calls in the day. A week later, it is finally the day of my first shift. I just arrived at the garage, I look in my lunch bag and wonder if I will have enough food for the night. Suddenly, a really, I mean a REALLY, pretty girl around my age appears from nowhere and tells me, '' Hi, I'm Sasha, I am your new partner! Happy to meet you. How are you? '' I've always been shy with the girls, and this girl.... wow... I am feeling palpitations. After a few seconds admiring her beauty, I realized that I have to answer her.

Choice 1 : '' Hi. I'm Tom. Glad to meet you. I'm doing fine, how about you? ''

Choice 2 : '' Hey... it's... it's the full moon tonight... we will have a lot of psychiatric calls, huh? ''

Day shifts.

A week later, Jimmy, my new partner, and I are waiting for our first call of the day. It will be my first real patient. I am shaking, I am SO stressed. I feel my emotions overwhelm my thoughts. '' Central to vehicle 101, you are called for a 31 Delta 1 (unconscious person) for a 4-year old male at the Olympic pool. Probably drowned '' '' 10-4, we're on 10-30 '', my partner answered. (that means we are going to our destination with the sirens and lights on) I feel a kind of ''Déjà-vu'' sensation with this scenario. It's my first case, I struggle with my anxiety, but it is normal I guess. I put on nitrile gloves, my partner does the same after we parked our truck. We get out of the ambulance, take our equipment and get in the building. It is a new pool, we don't know where to go, and we don't see anyone... There is a sign saying that the pool is on the right. An other sign tells that the rescuers room is on the left... Damn it. Where should we go?

Choice 1 : Go left.

Choice 2 : Go right.

Go left.

We decide to go left, because the lifeguards probably brought the little boy to their room to take care of him. We walk during a time that seems to last hours. After turning a corner, we can see the door leading to the room in question. The door is open. I can see on my partner's face that he is as much panicking as I do, because we don't see what we were hoping for. It is not a room for first aids, it is the lifeguards' storage room. Finally, we arrive beside the child, next to the pool. Jim calculates the heartbeat, but he can't feel any. The kid is dead. We lost too much time searching for our patient. Legally, we don't have the right to stop the reanimation protocol with kids, so we start CPR, but we know he is dead. It is surely a bad luck, but I feel sad. I don't know how to react... ''It is part of the job'', says my partner. I was not ready for that, I have to learn the ropes, it's my job after all. I didn't make it. A week later, I didn't want to be a paramedic anymore.

Choice 1 : Go back in time and get lucky

Go right.

We go for the pool. We were lucky, because we now see the 2 lifeguards doing their reanimation protocol. At this moment, in my head, I say to myself that we are lucky to have decided to go right... what would have happened if we went left? Anyway, I don't have the time to think anymore. My partner tells the lifeguards that we take the lead from now. He starts the heart massage and tells me to put on the defibrillation pads. That's what I am doing while my partner continues the massage. After 2 minutes of CPR, we stop massing, and press the ''analyze'' button on our monitor. That analyze will tell us if we need to shock the patient. ''Shock recommended'' said our machine. In fact, this is good because that means that the heart hasn't stopped yet, so we still can save his life! ''CLEAR!!'' says Jimmy before giving the shock. [...] We are now to our fifth analyze, and we gave 5 shocks. It is now time to bring him to hospital. We put the child on our stretcher, put the stretcher in our truck, give the last shocks, and leave. I am driving. Arriving to an intersection, I'm wondering if it could be faster to use a shortcut I know instead of following the GPS' instructions. I don't even have a second to make my decision...

Choice 1 : Shortcut.

Choice 2 : GPS.

Shortcut.

I follow my instinct. Go for the shortcut. As I am driving and my partner is doing CPR in the back of the truck, I have to be careful. Careful, but fast. I hate our streets. The majority of them needs to be repaired. ''HOLES!!', I'm screaming to Jim. I think I said it too late because I saw him almost fall and look at me with big eyes in the mirror. Anyway, we arrive at the hospital, I park the ambulance, and we get our young patient to the emergency room. We let the doctors and nurses take the lead of the intervention while Jimmy redacts the prehospital intervention report. We don't need to be 2 paramedic for the redaction of that report, so I go to clean the back of the truck. When it's all done, we go for another call, and we didn't hear from that boy for a moment. A few days later, on the local newspaper, it is written ''Little boy saved from drowning'' with a picture of the little guy we saved, smiling. I don't believe I just saved someone's life! This is a great way to start a career.

Choice 1 : Restart for a new ending

GPS.

It is safer to stay with the GPS. Arriving at the hospital, I park the ambulance, and we get our young patient to the emergency room. We let the doctors and nurses take the lead of the intervention while Jimmy redacts the prehospital intervention report. We don't need to be 2 paramedic for the redaction of that report, so I go to clean the back of the truck. When it's all done, we go for another call, and we didn't hear from that boy for a moment. A few days later, on the local newspaper, it is written ''Little boy saved from drowning'' with a picture of the little guy we saved, smiling. I don't believe I just saved someone's life! This is a great way to start a career.

Choice 1 : Restart for a new ending

Working with Sasha.

'' Oh, I don't believe in these kinds of stories. '' Says Sasha. I am so dumb! I don't believe in this kind of bullshit either!! Now I have to pretend that I believe in ghosts just because I didn't know what to say, and it would look weird if I say it wasn't true because she will know that I lied to her. We get in the truck, because even if monsters will kill us tonight, we have a work to do. A few minutes later, we are waiting for our first call in our truck. Both of us can feel discomfort in the atmosphere, and I'm pretty sure it's my fault. A radio call from the dispatcher breaks the silence, ''Central to vehicle 4272, we call you at 123 Lincoln Street, apartment 14, for a 27-B-1 (obvious death from a penetrating trauma). A gunshot was heard, the police officers are on their way. Wait for them to secure the scene before enter.'' Immediately, I take the radio and answer, '' Vehicle 4272 to central, 10-4 we're on 10-16 '' (10-16 is a non-urgent transport. We can not save the deaths, even if it's a full moon...). Sasha drives the ambulance and park it a little before the house because the police have not arrived yet. A few seconds later, we can see 2 police officers enter the tiny building and come out a few minutes later. One of them is throwing up his lunch. I think he ate spaghetti. Anyway, we enter the house and see the dead body. A body without a head. The guy shot himself with a shotgun. We don't have to start any reanimation protocol in this case. We note the hour of death, call the dispatcher for the morgue, and leave. I am driving this time. All of a sudden, Sasha and I see a guy walking on the side of the road. He is bleeding. Should we stop?

Choice 1 : Yes! We should help him!

Choice 2 : Hell no! We didn't got called for this.

Accused of sexual harassment.

I surprised myself! Maybe, it is because of the patches I am wearing on both of my shoulders, but I feel very confident right now. I am feeling so good. I am thinking about asking her to give me her phone number. I am not myself anymore. Sasha is so hot that it makes my testosterone level go up. ''We only have a life to live!'', I say in my head. We get in the ambulance, and I don't hesitate, ''Hey Sasha, I think you are very pretty. Do you want to come at my house after work? '' At this precise moment, I realize that I went too fast... she is mad. Sasha gets out of the truck, slams the door, and comes back with our boss. My very new boss. I didn't work a single hour yet, and I know that the supervisor is furious about me. To make it short my dear cellmate, this is how I got here.

Choice 1 : Restart

Helping this man was the best choice of my life.

We stop near the man, put on nitrile gloves and get out. ''Can we help you, sir?'', I asked. ''Yes! I I don't know where I am or what my name is. And there is that blood coming from my forehead...'', he replied. So, we think it is preferable to completely immobilize him, he is at risk of having a spine injury. We put him in the immobilizing mattress, and bring him to the hospital. After I parked the truck in the ambulances garage, we bring our patient to the emergency room. I say a verbal report to the nurse, write the prehospital intervention report, and reach Sasha beside our ambulance. Right when she saw me, she said, ''You did well tonight, Tom''. That night, we did overtime... if you see what I mean. Finally, Sasha and I worked together until we both retired, got married, and had a lot of children.

Choice 1 : Restart for a new ending

We continue our road, like nothing ever happened.

We didn't stop. We should have. Legally, and morally. I still don't know how, but the supervisor learned it. I don't know for Sasha, but I got fired... I am now a 48-year old single man working as a cashier in a McDonald's. That was not the life I was hoping for...

Choice 1 : Come back in time and help the man