Tabitha/Introduction

"Quiet girl, melancholic, but super driven. Always volunteered for all the extra shifts, always worked late. Really wanted to make a difference. I was worried about her, to be honest, as she was pushing herself too hard. Then one month, she barely said a word, and she was so tired sometimes she could barely stand up - I was going to say something to management, get her hours cut or something, but suddenly she seemed to snap out of it on her own. There still aren't many here who do more, at least in time, but she seems a bit chattier at least, and a bit tougher. Had a bad car accident last week, a young man died at the scene - she was sad, spent all the time at the scene comforting him in his last moments, but 'We did all we could - he's in a better place, now', and on to the next case. She started wearing a cross or a crucifix or something under her jacket too I noticed. I guess she must've found God. Whatever works, eh?" - Chris, senior paramedic at Prospect Memorial Hospital

“Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost

Drop your still dews of quietness,

till all our strivings cease;

take from our souls the strain and stress,

and let our ordered lives confess

the beauty of your peace,

the beauty of your peace.