Diesel, Blood, and Smoke

Scott became a paramedic to help people. Action, thrills, and heroism; the ambulance was his world. It was rock and roll condensed into a white shirt, a red cross, and the smell of diesel. He loved it with every ounce of his soul, even as it chewed him up and spat him out. Steadily, his youthful explorations with drugs and alcohol became destructive addictions. His once shy and flirtatious demeanor spiraled into patterns of emotional detachment and excessive promiscuity, all to hide the hole that was growing larger within him. He never thought that he'd crossed the line from it all being fun and games until the trauma of it all had isolated him from everyone he used to care about. Brought to the ragged end, he had to decide between surrender to the darkness or seeking the road to redemption.