"Nothin.." Kelly said.|
"Uh huh.." Roy grunted and whipped away Chet's
towel, revealing Kelly's
Chet, of course tried to hide them behind his back.
Cap oggled. "Oh, now Kelly..
don't tell me you
just broke your fourth glass. Last thing I wanna do
is call up McConike again
for another crew replacement.."
Lopez piped up. "Actually, Cap, he--"
"Just you hush up,
Lopez.." Kelly squeaked.
Marco glared at Chet and finished his
sentence... "..took his frustrations
out on the
locker room punching bag. Bare fisted."
Hank crooked a finger in irritation.
Go inside.. And you're letting
Gage and DeSoto take a look at those hands.
Now." Cap said grumpily.
For once, Kelly didn't retort back.
The gang reconvened in the kitchen to the real pot
full coffee. No one said anything when Roy
came into the kitchen with the squad's bandage box.
Cap said, "You take a real good look at him.
I wanna know if he can work like that.." he said,
to Chet's bloody wraps around his knuckles.
"Kelly, that was real stupid. Next time, wear
d*mned boxing gloves.. That's what they're
"That's what I told him.." Marco complained.
Chet's lips set into a firm line in a glare at
Marco, but he kept his peace otherwise.
said. "All right.. Chet. Let's get these off."
and he pulled out his hip holster shears and began
to cut away Lopez's wrap job. The damp, red
dressings fell away.
Roy whistled at the hamburgered
skin he saw
there. "Chet, it looks like you really did a number
"No I didn't.."
he complained. "It's just surface
Johnny experimented. "I know how hard your upper
left cross is.." and he moved three fingers on Chet's
right hand up a smidgen. "That hurt?" He immediately
stopped when a loud grating from the hand
almost made Chet and Johnny leap out of their
All the gang winced. Then Cap sighed and left for his
office to call for another man
to replace Kelly for
the still out of service engine.
Kelly complained, loudly. "Aww, Cap..
You don't have
to do that.. I'm fine.."
Hank's voice echoed back from the Cap's
aren't going to be able to tell me that
when you can't hang onto a 450 psi
water hose next fire
run tomorrow morning.
And Kelly, I'm sure glad I won't be you when you
personally tell the chief
in the morning that your wounds
were self inflicted. Gage, get him seen." said
the booming invisible
Johnny didn't say anything and he went out to the squad
for the biophone. There was
no trace of annoyance at
all on his face when he set up the antennae and
began to hail Rampart.
"Oh, geesh, Cap. You've got to be kidding me. I've dislocated
knuckles before. They only hurt
a few days.. And they
usually work themselves back into place on their own
with a little use.."
Roy had spread out a dressing sheet onto the table
and he held out two hand fracture
"Not this time. That noise was crepitus Chet.
Congratulations! We just found three
knuckles on that hand. And judging by the
swelling and joint dislocations I see now, your left hand
may even be worse off. Now don't move either one
of them until I'm through."
"I told him they looked bad too."
"You did not. You said they looked sore."
"No , it's not.." Kelly snapped. He paled when
Roy made a small adjustment to one
fingers in the splint to get a better pulse into
it. "Oh, geesh. They're bad, aren't they..?"
"Only without treatment." Roy sighed. Then
he saw Kelly's pallor. "Do you need to lie down
"No.. no no.. I'm at least walking outta here
on my own two feet if I'm going to the
tonight. No way am I going to be stretchered
"Then prevent that by
lying down before you
faint. Marco, get his arm over you.
We're moving him to the couch."
"I'm...not...shocky!" Chet protested.
"You will be if you don't get flat. Now move it!!"
voice filtered from the garage bay into
the kitchen like a wraith's.
Kelly let Roy and Marco
move him, complaining
the whole way.
Gage picked up the biophone and followed.
##51, this is Rampart Base. Go ahead.## came
Joe Early's voice.
Gage's retort moused
down into grumbles
as he dragged a kitchen chair over to Chet's
couch to hold the biophone, near
where he was
squatting. Roy got out a stethoscope and BP cuff.
"Rampart, we've a hand case on
a male, aged 28.
155 pounds. Probable knuckle fractures. We've applied
immobilizing splints to
both hands and all distal
metacarpal pulses are intact.." he inferred from
Roy's silent nod.
"No other injuries. Stand by for vitals."
"Gage, this isn't necessary.." Kelly said when Johnny|
finished his sentence to the doctor on the
"Bet your BP's in the low 100's right now with all
that excruciating pain. Bet you a
"You're on.." Chet took up the challenge.
"And it's not excruciating.
Then he realized that Gage got him to admit
that he was in pain at the same time
to wring out a current patient history account
on top of the insult. He glared at
Gage winked a "got you" look at Chet and
continued when Roy handed
him the notepad
of vitals. "Rampart, vitals are.. pulse 120.
Respirations are normal. BP is.."
he held off
for effect for Kelly's benefit.. "...100/60."
Chet groaned when he realized he
lost the bet.
Johnny was crafty and held out the phone so
Joe could hear Kelly's groan for
"And he's in a fair amount of pain, doc. I suspect
that's why we've got the adverse BP.
is negligible." He waved at Chet to keep moaning.
But Kelly refused to aid him.
But one overheard groan had been enough and Joe replied.
"I concur, 51. Give him 5 mg, MS IM. Continue
monitoring vitals and transport as soon as possible.
I have an orthopedic M.D. standing by."
"10-4, Rampart.. Our ETA is.. twenty minutes.."
Johnny hung up the phone.
"Marco, hand me
the drug box.."
"A pain shot?! Oh, Gage, you are in sooOOoo much trouble."
Chet warned, wincing as Roy finished splinting his hands.
"How so? I'm just doing my job, that's
care...." he said in an exaggerated voice. "You feel that
pain much longer and
you'll lose Glasgow points enough
to warrant an ambulance trip. How would that go over
chief then, Chet?" he said sarcastically.
Kelly's anger melted away and he regarded his
bandage encased hands. "I was just mad about
Stoker, that's all. Cut me some slack.."
man.. That's why were taking ya in using
the squad." Gage said, "Now roll over and let me
MS in. Just don't move the hands."
Chet sighed and complied. Johnny pulled up Chet's
in shirt and got him in the haunch.
"All right. Roll back." And Gage set a pillow on Kelly's
to hold his now wrapped, and splinted lower
arms up high. "Don't fall asleep. We'll get back with
ya in a few minutes when the shot's working. We're
not leaving until it is."
"Listen, Kelly. Johnny could have told the doc
that you did these injuries to
yourself. He's probably
already in hot water for not disclosing mechanism of
injury. The doc's
gonna know that the minute the
dressings come off." Roy insisted.
"I appreciate it. I appreciate
it! Thanks for not
telling them I went crazy." Kelly insisted adamantly.
"Now why would we
do that, Chet? Every one of us
knows that about you already, so notifying the
shrink in the ER
isn't necessary.." Gage said,
"If you'd like, we can call Vince and the Bellview
monkeys to haul
you off in their rubber cart to
Rampart." he teased, ruffling Kelly's hair.
Kelly went to
swipe his hand away when he
remembered he couldn't. His sour scowl
faded into a giggle that
"Ah ha...." Roy said. "The shot's working."
he smiled, taking a BP. "It's up. And
It's normal now, Johnny. 132/94."
"That's our ticket outta here. Come on, Chet.
Let's go. The faster they set those knuckles
the sooner you can cook us breakfast. I'm
Lopez and Johnny got him sitting and then
onto his feet.
"Hey, I'm walking
wounded here.." Chet
giggled. "I'm not gonna go cooking anything.."
"Sure you are.. It's your
turn to cook. Remember?"
"Oh, yeah.. I think.. maybe I can... I can manage
to boil water
for soup when I get b--
Hey, this shot's dreamy Johnny.."
"Now Chet, pay attention. One foot
in front of
the other. You gotta WALK..." Gage told him.
Roy grabbed the biophone, but traded the dressings|
box for the IV one from the hold to put onto the
on Johnny's side of the squad cab.
"Close your mouth, Kelly. You're drooling on
shoulder.." Marco complained as
he and Roy got Chet into the squad and buckled
tight and bundled
into a third helmet for safety.
"Huh??" Kelly mumbled.
Roy put his helmet on and got into
seat. "Hey Cap.. This is what we did..." he hollered
out. "Johnny and I got orders
"I don't wanna know the details. Just go."
Cap's voice grumbled from his open office
door. "Have the docs fix him up and get
him back here, pronto. Chief's got an eye
on him for something
he's not telling me about
and I don't want Kelly's stupid stunt to wreck
our chances of finding
out just what that is.."
"You got it Cap.." Gage said. And then he
poked Kelly awake when he
into his ear from where he nestled between
Roy and Johnny in the squad. "Kelly,
napping! Remember?" And then he took a
pulse check using the artery in Chet's arm,
a little too hard on purpose.
"Oww, hey, hey, hey..Your turn soon for the
a few more minutes
okay? Gotta shave my beard off.." Kelly
Gage chuckled. "As if
you had a beard.
Hey, open those eyes."
Kelly did crack his eyes open then, his clowning over..
"I do, too. And it's as red as my moustache..
Here. Feel.." and he caught Gage's hand
own muffed ones and stroked it
over the stubble shadow on his face.
Gage whipped his hand away
"Cut it out.. and don't be moving those hands
like that.. Just keep holding them up
than your heart on the dashboard there."
Then he mumbled to himself under his breath.
"Huh, don't we all have beards.."
"Not you, Gage. You're Native American.."
Kelly said. "No
hair anywhere except where
you'd expect it."
"Oh yeah?" Gage said narrowing his eyes,
on another Gage band wagon. "Think of it
from my perspective. It's not easy working with
gorillas as crewmates. Tell me, Chet. Doesn't
all that chest hair make you kinda hot in summer?"
Roy, Chet and Cap said "No, it doesn't."
simultaneously from where they were.
peeped. "Thanks for telling me that.
Always ....wondered.." and he cleared his
throat self consciously.
Cap came out of the office and saundered out to the
alcove mike, thumbing it.
51. Mark squad 51 out of service
to Rampart until 0500. We're dealing with a minor
in house medical
##10-4, 51. Time out. 03:12.##
Roy and Gage were about to leave the garage
silent reds when DeSoto suddenly screeched
to a halt. "Would you look at that?"
Gage and Kelly at the same time.
"That..." Roy said, pointing to the cement floor
Boot, the long-time-ago-runaway-mutt, their old
station mascot, was sitting there.
"Well, I'll be d*mned.." Cap said, setting his hands on
his hips. "Come on, boy. Out of the way.
on a rescue call for Kelly here."
Boot obediently slid over three feet and let
Cap saw Roy pick up speed on the boulevard with|
top red lights on, but no siren, with satisfaction,
and then he closed the big bay doors.
He and Marco were left face to face with Boot.
boy. Welcome back.." Lopez said, crouching
low to address the mangy medium sized dog.
immediately whined and ran to the engine
to scratch meaningfully on the door latch
until he nosed
it open. He leaped up.
Curling up on Mike's engine driver's seat, Boot
began to whine and glance
up at the two
mystified firemen staring at him with their mouths
flopped open. When he saw the
men didn't do
anything to explain the situation, he started nosing
Stoker's helmet hanging there,
crying in worry and
"I don't believe what I'm seeing.. How did
he find out about
Stoker? And where did he come
from?" Cap mumbled.
"I have no idea, Cap." Marco admitted.
From : "Cory Anda" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject : Motion
Date :Tue, 04 Feb 2003 14:50:07 +0000
Dixie McCall was on a night shift.
filling in for Carol Evans, who was on vacation.
The automatic doors at the end of
the hall around
the corner activated and the soft rolling sound made
her look up from her patient
chart. The last
three people she expected through her emergency
department's portal was Johnny
Gage, Roy DeSoto
and Chet Kelly. Her eyebrows rose in
a questioning glance but Joe Early stepped
Kel's office just then and relieved her bubbling
curiosity. "Joe? What's up? I must have
break when their rescue call came in."
Joe said, "A code I. Probable broken hands.
Enough to warrant a pain med. I got it from here
Dix." he said, walking down the hall to meet
Gage and Roy who were keeping a very tripped
Chet steady on his feet. "Could you tell Rivers
his hand case is here, Dixie? I've already
told radiology that he was coming."
Dix said. "Hi Roy, Johnny."
"Hi Dix... Where to?" Gage asked.
"Get him into Treatment Two.
And this is...."
"Chet Kelly." Roy replied. "Chet, this is Dixie.
You might remember her from
when you were blown into those crates
from that paint factory explosion." Gage
he shifted Chet's weight between them
as they guided him into the exam room.
feeling the heady effects of
the MS. "Nah, don't recall.. How could I
forget a beautiful face like
that, man? Hi babe."
he giggled, lifting his head from the gurney where
Gage and Roy had placed
him. "Where have you
been all my life? I got the distinct feeling that
you and I could make really
"Charmed." Dix replied, recognizing a high
when she saw one.
She looked up.
Johnny firmly pushed Chet's shoulders back down
onto the table,
grinning. "How can you tell?"
Right then, Dr. Early came into the room and
to examine Chet's eyes.
"Did he behave himself on the trip in?"
Roy said, "He was fine, doc.
We managed to
keep him from using those hands too much."
"Yeah.." Johnny smiled. "I told him
had to keeping holding the dashboard
to keep the squad steering straight." he joked.
Joe said, leaning in close to get
a good check on Kelly's pupils.
Chet was now happily groggy
and didn't mind
at all when Joe and Dix unwrapped his hands
onto sterile sheets on his chest for
through the splints.
Kelly started humming absently through the
Rivers entered the room.
Joe acknowledged him. "Johnny, Roy,
Chet, this is Dr. Craig Rivers, head
upstairs. He's going to be handling Kelly's case."
"Hi, doc.." Roy, Johnny and Chet
"Hello, everyone. Let's see what we've got.." And Rivers
checked out Chet's hands visually,
noting the same
signs that he had read from the run sheet. "Did he take
out some frustrations
on a wall or two?" he
asked the two paramedics. "These knuckles look
like they took that kind of
Roy and Johnny shifted uncomfortably.
DeSoto replied. "Close, but no walls
it was a punching bag, actually. Chet was a little
upset about a coworker of ours getting
in a roof collapse last night."
Johnny dove right in with the opportunity for
update. "Dix, how's Stoker doing?"
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