It is the day after and I am getting my uniform buttoned up. The good thing is I know what to expect this time. Even then I know this job will keep me on my toes. That is the beauty of this job. This time I should be prepared. After checking that my uniform is neat I join the others in the rec room. It seems to be quiet. Before you can ask, I am not going to say that out loud. If the 126 is anything like my unit in Toronto I'd be dead for sure. I was narrowly able to escape death the last time as it turned out that the Probie was the one that said it, not me. The thought makes me giggle.

"What's got you giggling newbie?" Judd asks.

"Well I was thinking it was not busy but if I'd use the Q word there is a chance that you guys would kill me. I am not going through that again," I explain. Judd raises an eyebrow.

"I'll explain later. It's a long story," I say. The next people to join us are Owen and TK. They are the last ones to arrive. Everyone else including me was early. In my case, it was due to the fact that Carlos decided to take me to work on his way to his work. Luckily for me, I should be getting my car tomorrow. Disaster soon strikes. The signal bell goes however it is a medical call. With that Tommy, TK and I head to the ambulance. After five minutes of driving TK brings the ambulance to a stop outside an apartment building.

"Elevator or stairs?" TK asks.

"It's anaphylaxis. I'm taking the stairs," I responded. Tommy seems to agree with me.

"Well, we'll see you up there," I flash TK a smirk as I get to work on running up the stairs. Tommy is following me but she is a little slower. After a minute and a half, I am met by a man at the top of the stairs. I notice that Tommy and I have beaten TK but not by much.

"Thank you for coming. I gave my daughter her Epi-pen. She is stable but I am still worried about her," He informs us of what is going on.

"Don't worry. You did the right thing," I get to work on reassuring the man as we make our way to the apartment. After a minute of walking, we made it to the apartment. We are greeted by the sight of a young girl with severe facial edema. At least she is responsive. TK and I are quick to get the girl connected to the life pack. It is showing the typical heart rate for someone with anaphylaxis.

"We are going to take you to the hospital for observations," I explained what is going to happen next. The girl nods. It seems that she has been through this before. Unlike first-time victims, she is not really panicking.

"This isn't your first time is it?" I ask to make sure I have an appropriate patient history for the doctors. Again she nods. I feel a little sorry for her as I know the pain of not being able to speak. Tommy Gives TK and me permission to help the patient to the ambulance. After what feels like an eternity I am guiding the ambulance back into its spot in the garage. I stop short as I spot a familiar face in the rearview mirror.

"Tristian what's wrong?" Tommy asks.

"He's here. My Papa," I reply. It sounds stupid but I am panicking. It is too early. I'm not ready. What if he still hates me? It would not surprise me. I find myself sinking into the chair. I am going to kill Carlos when I next see him. Nine years is a long time. Maybe he has changed. The thing is I know for a fact that I am not ready. Hopefully, he hasn't seen me. My dad is smart. He would know where to stand so he could get a good look at the driver.

"I'll cover for you," TK remarks before leaving the ambulance. After a few seconds, TK approaches my Dad. After a few minutes of trying his best to stall him, TK is unsuccessful. My Dad makes his way to the driver's side door. Despite TK's protests, he knocks on the window. I take a deep breath as I open the door. I quickly undo the seatbelt and swing my legs over so that I can face him while we talk. I guess we should talk.

"Hey, Papa..." I say awkwardly trailing off.

"Hello, Lola. There is no easy way to ask but I would like to ask for your forgiveness," My Dad says as he hangs his head in shame. I feel my face contort into the strongest death stare I can muster.

"Nine years Papa. You waited nine years," I am fighting back the anger. It is proving to be a little difficult.

"You made sure you were hard to find and Carlos wasn't willing to talk," He counters. It is at that moment that I leap out of the ambulance.

"There was a reason for that. Anyway Papa I am only going to forgive you when I am ready," I snap as I leave. I know I am acting childish but I don't want to make things worse or embarrassing. For some reason, I make a beeline to Owen's office. It seems weird being here as a paramedic but I felt that it is the best place to hide. Owen looks up from his paperwork.

"Sorry Cap. I should explain," I remark as I notice a confused look on Owen's face.

"Please do," Owen responds.

"I'm hiding from my Papa. After I came out we had a massive fight and I ran away. That's how I ended up in Toronto and now he wants me to forgive him," I explain. Owen seems to understand. I guess he would have had to deal with it when TK came out.

"Let me guess you are not ready to forgive him?" Owen asks.

"Honestly I don't know. It's been nine years but some things were said during that fight that broke me," I find myself telling him the truth. For some reason, Owen is really easy to talk to. After a few minutes of chatting to Owen, I notice that my Dad is gone. With that I excuse myself. I head back to the ambulance so I can help TK get the inventory sorted. A sigh falls from my mouth as I grab the clipboard.

"Thank you TK," I thanked him.

"For what? Carlos already filled me in. Besides he begged me to look after you," TK says as we get to work. Of course, he did. Carlos would go to the ends of the earth to protect me. That's why I want him as a mediator for me when I talk with my Dad. That will come later as I want to settle back into Texas life.