Chapter 64

A tension headache clawed at the base of Delaney's skull. She ignored it, making another notation in her spreadsheet. What did a headache matter when the rest of her life prospectively hung in the balance?

She'd completed her EMT certification as a means to prove to herself and everyone else that she could finish something important. That she could still make something of herself. She'd loved the training, and she was good at the work, but EMT positions in Wishful were few. Miranda would keep her on at the clinic until something opened up, but who knew when that might be. And she was seriously tempted to keep going and become a paramedic. It was considerably more training, more experience, and would prospectively open up more job options long term. But that was another two years of school, and it wasn't a program offered by Wachoxee County Community College. Which meant that for either option, she'd probably have to leave Wishful.