FULL MOON BLUES
From: "Cory Anda" <email@example.com>
Date: Sat Oct 26, 2002
Subject: Big Time Complication
"Hang on, we're HT to the outside here.
direct to station 8's paramedics.
Please stand by. Vitals to follow." Roy said.
Five minutes later, DeSoto had his initial
orders relayed to the yard to
Gil and Brice over his hand held.
Dr. Brackett asked Roy one
##What's your ETA on an ambulance ?##
"We don't know that yet, doc. Depends
how badly the roads in our area are damaged."
##10-4, 51. Get them here any
way you can.
When you can. ##
"Yep.." Roy said, impatient. "Just wish I
added. ##I'll be frank with you, Roy.
Gage, we can turn around, same with
your captain and the
It's Marco I'm worried about. I don't like
the fact that his vitals are sinking
and the fact we can't figure out his LOC
or snap him out of it with epinephrine. Or
sudden onset of fever.. And
another thing, that odd bloody patching Gil
found in his throat's d*mned
Hang on Roy, Joe's telling me something.##
There was a pause and Roy could hear
doctors confirming a new
development. Brackett came back online.
##Roy, we've got word there's
triage station setting up near you.
Joe's just heard about it from squad 99.
treating victims there, just down the
block from your 10-20. Perhaps you can
move out to their
location as an alternate
to transporting here if the roads prove
to be impassable. Wait a minute,
second thought, I want you to utilize
them instead of us here at Rampart,
I'm getting orders now
from FEMA for some of us to be flown in,
over the alert scanner..## Dr.
More warbles came that Roy couldn't quite
make out. Then an exclamation..
##Beautiful! That solved our problem,
Roy. Just got my own orders to
report out to your
own area within the next
fifteen minutes. I'll rendevous with you
myself to see your victims.
Count on me
muscling in to be their attending MD.##
"Appreciate it, doc.. listen, off the
record. Just how bad is it out there?"
##My guess is extremely localized for
part. All the runs coming in
that are quake related are in the same one
mile square area. No major
fires, but my
casualty reports are still sketchy.##
A ruckus outside the kitchen caught Roy's
attention; police clashing with media types.
Roy's forehead furrowed as he gripped
tighter. "Listen doc. I know
you're busy.. Could you do me a favor? Could
you have Dixie call
our families to let them
know we're all right. No doubt they're pretty
panicked watching us on
their television sets,
I see a camera crew out there right now,
bumping heads with the PD."
##Will do, Roy. Contact base again if there
are further developments. See you soon.##
Squad 51, out."
Roy hung up the phone, and walked the|
few feet to the plaster powdered kitchen
table in weariness.
He wiped the sweat off his
blood caked face with a dusty towel he
found there and slowly began
recapturing his wits,
leaning against it, until a sensation of heat
against his back made him
jump off its edge.
It was a coffee pot, still warm and steaming
from where Johnny had left
it before the quake.
Roy stared at its unreal normalcy, smelled its
perfumey steam curls, delicately
wafting in his
flashlight's beam, until a shout from the
yard caused him to hightail it back
outside as fast as he could..
"What do you mean it's my fault he's
shocky?! I couldn't
have started O2 on
him any sooner because both lines
were on Marco and the girl, who needed
help more at the time, Brice, so back
off ! If Gage were awake, I'm sure he'd
be agreeing with
Roy got himself between Kelly and Brice.
"Hey hey hey.. Hush down! Just
the matter with you two? We've got
nosy press types already in the driveway.
no time to let personality clashes
come to a boil where they might overhear it.."
All the while he spoke, Roy was watching
Gil, who was keeping well out of it. He didn't miss
speeding up an IV of Ringers Lactate on Marco,
nor his slipping in an oral airway on him.
practiced eye also saw that Cindy's
atropine, to boost her respirations, had
already been administered
from the sight of
the yellow pop caps on the ground.
Mike was now absent.
have gone on to damage patrol.
Cindy's only on a light nonrebreather. At least,
she's doing better.::
He got an OK gesture
from Gil about her, pantomimed.
Another part of his mind dealt with putting
his two coworkers sharply into line.
"Keep it down to a quiet roar if you two
have to argue. Or
better yet, let's all
just do our jobs here, as a team.." he
lectured. "We'll take a vote on
right over a poker game once our butts are
safe and sound on solid ground next week,
Chet and Brice both studied the ground,
then both looked sheepishly around to
sure that Stone, nor any of his men had
overheard their petty bickering.
"That's better.." Roy said, glaring at Brice|
and Chet, as he began crouching by
Marco to look
at his pupils. "Now here's
the scoop. Brackett's on his way here.
It's looking more and more
that the roads
might be out in our vicinity for there's
a helicopter triage station area just
the boulevard. It's already up and running.
So let's get our victims out of here and
we'll be able to do them the most
good all right?"
For two minutes, the four of them mobilized
and packed up all of their equipment and
Just then, Captain Stone returned to the
He was oblivious to the tension just evaporating.
"Ok, everybody.We're moving out. There's
Roy cut in. "Uh, yes sir. Captain. We got word
from Brackett about it. We're set..
ready to move when you are. Everyone
is stabilized and supported on O2."
All right. Let's do it.." he
gestured to his men who ran out of
the station house following a very
hasty cleanup and damage check.
The runaway hydrant had long since
been emergency capped.
"But there's been a further change.We're
opening your bunk house to these triage
of yours and any others who
are waiting turns to be flown out of the
disaster area. Only the
was unstable boys, the rest of the
station checks out.
You may be running a triage
for this block from right here.."
"Understood, Cap.." Brice said.
our gear into there."
Stone looked down at Captain Stanley,
who was mumbling to himself in
half sleep, giving random orders based
on what he was hearing in his ear through
"Is he ok? Saw him go out
a few minutes ago."
"He's on just a precautionary IV,
vitals are fine, Cap." Roy said.
"He won't be running any operations
but that doesn't mean he
dreaming about us doing it. He's got
quite a grip on that hand held. He's
on every word. Even in his
sleep." he grinned. "His concussion
appears to be minor."
didn't move from his hands on
hips planted position, so Roy
volunteered to him a quick a medical
rundown on all the others too.
"Ok.." Stone said, satisfied.
"I'll let the triage head know
Stone got teams of men to grab the
four stokes to haul them into
sleeping quarters of Station 51
and out of the hot California sun.
Already, earthquake dust
the air hard to breathe.
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