…“It’s okay, Grandma. I’m a paramedic.”
A collective gasp rippled through the bus as the young man with tattoos quickly sprung into action. The elderly woman, who moments before had been berating him, was now the center of his concern. Her earlier criticisms seemed to vanish in the urgency of the moment.
With a calm demeanor and practiced precision, he knelt beside her. “Can you tell me if you have any heart conditions?” he asked gently, checking her pulse and observing her symptoms closely.
