John tried blinking his blurred vision |
into focus. He saw Kelly's lips moving,
hear a word he was saying...
on account of that dang incessant
'ringing'! "Can you stop that noise?"
he requested. Another wave of
nausea washed over him. He shut
his eyes tightly and lowered
throbbing head, "...please...stop
that noise," he pleaded rather pitifully.
You must a' really got your bell
rung!" Kelly concluded. Gage ignored
him and started struggling
back up onto
his feet. So, Chet draped the dazed
paramedic's left arm around his neck,
his own right arm around
the whoozey man's waist, and began
heading for the exit.
Mike and Marco watched as their very
vexed Commander climbed stiffly down
Red and began heading for the
mansion's front door with long,
Captain crossed the porch, pushed the
not completely closed portal open and
shouted, "GAGE! KELLY!
OUT HERE! NO-OW!...
THAT'S AN ORDER!"
"Cap!" an extremely relieved Chet Kelly
Stanley rushed into the entrance hall to
lend Kelly a hand with his burden.
What do yah mean 'hu-urt'?! How does
someone get HURT retrieving a helmet?!"
don't know," came back Kelly's equally
perplexed reply. "He hit the back of his
"What do yah mean 'somehow'?!" his
furious Commander further demanded,
"Didn't you SEE
what happened?! You
were supposed to be WITH him!" They
carted their cargo over to the nearest
bench and sat him down. Stanley stooped
in front of the injured fireman and
"What happened, John?"
"It's no use, Cap, " Kelly advised,
"His ears must still
be ringing, or
something. I don't think he can hear
Hank slipped his hand-held from
coat pocket and thumbed it, "HT 51 to
"Engine 51...Go ahead, Cap..."
"Mike, Marco, bring me a backboard, a
c-collar, the spare O2 and the trauma
box!" the Captain
"Right away, Cap!"
Hank exhaled a weary sigh and handed |
his HT to Kelly. "Call it in!" he ordered
began making a
mental list of everything he had ever
learned about treating head injuries.
movement to a minimum...
apply cervical collar...maintain an airway...
administer oxygen to minimize
for cerebrospinal fluid...dress the wound
disturbing the underlying tissue...
examine the patient for any other injuries.::
Captain exhaled another
exasperated sigh. Then he pulled the
paramedic's penlite from his assessment
pouch and began his initial patient
was standing in the corridor in front of
the Nurse's Station at Rampart General's
waiting for his partner
to pick him up.
The door to the Doctor's Lounge flew
the ambulance attendants he'd
just rode in with came hurrying out into
spotted DeSoto and waved
him over. "You ain't gonna believe this,"
he declared as the paramedic
stepping up, "but we just got called
back to that creepy house!"
"You can't be serious!"
The driver nodded, "You wanna ride back
"I'm waiting for my
partner," Roy replied,
and pointed to his pile of equipment cases.
"You'll have a lot shorter
wait if you come
with us, " the other attendant piped up.
"Our patient IS your partner!"
DeSoto gulped in disbelief, but then ran
over, gathered up his gear and went
racing towards the
exit. The paramedic
beat the attendants to their ambulance.
"Where did you find him?" a flustered Hank
Stanley asked, upon finishing administering
"He was standing right there," Chet
replied and pointed to middle of the
must've slipped and fallen down
the stairs..." the Captain concluded.
"I don't think so, Cap.
The last time I saw
him, he went into that library...where we
found that lady with the big bump
back of her head...the next time I saw him,
he was standing right there...with a big,
bloody bump on the back of his head. I
heard this real loud 'ba-ang!' "
up at the ceiling, "Why?!
Why can't two grown men rescue one
helmet--without one of them nearly
being killed!" No reply followed. He
frowned down at the barely conscious
fireman on the
backboard, "What am I
gonna do with you, pal?! If I ever find
out that you got hurt goofing off,
he let his threat just hang there in the air.
The sound of an approaching siren
louder and louder and finally stopped.
Roy hurried into the entrance hall. Seeing
patient was packaged and ready to
transport, the vertical paramedic told the
men who had
accompanied him, "Let's go! I'll call
it in on the way!"
The attendants nodded.
the horizontal paramedic's backboard from
the hall bench to their stretcher,
it securely in place and began towing the
patient out to their waiting ambulance.
Roy watched them wheel his partner away
and then turned to his Captain, "What
"That's what I'd like to know!" Stanley
smartly replied and passed his questioner
notes. "And that's what I
intend to find out! Chet take the Squad!
Mike, Marco, I want this house
"Aye, aye, Cap!" Kelly acknowledged.
He snatched up the trauma box
gladly followed Roy out of the building.
"He took a pretty hard blow to the back
head. He's gonna need some
stitches," the Irishman informed the
"Says he can't remember what happened.
Claims he can't hear anything because
a loud ringing in his ears..."
DeSoto gave his moustached informant |
a grateful nod and climbed up into the
back of the ambulance
with the bio-
phone and their drug box.
Kelly closed the doors, rapped an 'all
then watched the vehicle
pull away. He gave the creepy-crawly
dwelling a parting glance, before
for the Squad...with a shudder. He was
really relieved to be leaving that 'way
'banging' abode behind him--for
good. ::Hopefully... ::
"What are we looking for?" Mike wondered
as they began a thorough search of the library.
helmet," their confused Captain replied
as the object of their search was not
visible, "It has to be
in here somewhere! He didn't have it
with him when Chet found him..."
Stoker stopped in mid-search and stood
there, resting his hands upon his hips,
about this rescue has
been really strange."
"Yeah, Cap," Lopez agreed, "Maybe we
call the police?"
"What? You two think somebody hit
him over the back of the head and
his helmet?" Stanley jokingly
inquired. He saw the looks on their
faces and realized that was
what they thought. "That's ridiculous!"
"First, the rescue doesn't match the call..."
Marco muttered, "Then, Johnny gets
"I think there's somebody hiding
house!" Stoker stubbornly insisted.
Lopez nodded his support of the
"C'mon!" their Captain urged, "There's
got to be an explanation to all this
business. When we find the
helmet, I'm sure we'll find the explanation--
a reasonable explanation,"
their still skeptical
Commander added, suppressing a smile
all the while.
An hour later, the three firemen finished their
thorough, and exhausting, search of the
house and regrouped in the entrance hall...
Stoker sank wearily down onto
step and wondered, "Well, Cap, are you
Stanley sighed and tried
rubbing some of
the stiffness from the muscles in the back
of his neck. "I'm convinced we're
our time here. C'mon! Let's get back to the
Station. I wanna call the hospital."
Lopez looked tremendously disappointed,
"You're not going to call the police?"
"And tell them
what?" Hank wondered,
"Hello, I'd like to report a missing helmet?
I don't think that would go
over too big."
"Maybe not, " Mike admitted, "But what
about attempted murder?"
stared at his Engineer in total
disbelief. "And I thought Gage had an
go get some sleep! It'll give your imagination
a chance to rest, after running wild
But Stoker was undeterred. "Aren't you
Their Captain exhaled a sigh of complete |
exhaustion. "Mike, right now I'm more
tired than curious.
We can look for answers
again in the morning...later this morning,"
he wearily tacked on, on
his way to the
Fifteen minutes later, Station
Commander-In-Chief found himself on
the phone in the rec' room. "Uh-huh...I see...
he paused to pass DeSoto's
report on to his skeleton engine crew,
"No fractures. No hemorrhaging.
mild concussion, a dozen stitches and a
bunch of bruises..."
Stoker and Lopez exhaled
sighs of relief.
"Already did! A replacement should be
arriving any minute now. Right! Thanks,
Roy!" the Captain concluded his conversation
and returned the phone's handset to its
"Thank God!" he exclaimed and
began heading for his bunk. "Lights out
in two minutes!" he warned.
Mike flicked off the lights and then he and
Marco followed their leader over to the
Meanwhile, over in Rampart General's ICU...
ears still ringing?" Dr. Kelly Brackett
asked, upon completion of his very thorough
of the pouting patient in Room
The frowning fireman shook his heavily
"Good! You can hear me! How do you feel?"
There followed a long silence. Kel' turned
to the nurse, standing at his side and said,
"Humph! His ears are working...but now
"I was always told if I couldn't say anything
nice, I shouldn't say anything at all."
Brackett cleared his throat and cracked a
smile. "Well, I'm glad to see that little bump
the head hasn't caused you to lose your
sense of humor!"
"If I only got a 'little bump on
the head', then
why does my whole body hurt?" Gage
complained, sounding every bit as grumpy
as he looked.
"Your whole body hurts because it's black
"Did somebody beat
"By the location of these bruises, I'd venture
to say you fell down some stairs..."
Brackett paused, to study his patient's
reaction to his little disclosure.
At the mentioning
of the word 'stairs',
a picture of a dark staircase had flashed
through Gage's groggy memory
Then another fleeting mental image
appeared. That of a motionless figure
out on the floor at the foot of
those dark steps.
"Although Chet swears that's not
the doctor paused again,
"What is it Johnny? You remember
"I'm not sure. When
you said stairs, I
suddenly saw--" the paramedic stopped
and stiffened. "Doc! Are any of the
"Roy and Chet are right outside. Why?"
"I gotta talk to 'em! Hurry!
Life and death important!"
"All right. You get one minute," Brackett
and began heading for the door,
"But you have to promise to behave
yourself!" he called back
over his shoulder.
His doctor disappeared out into the hall.
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