Date: Mon Sep 20, 2004 10:23 pm
gripped Chet Kelly's shoulder when
he saw the stokes carrying Scott Kincaid being lifted
the train. He noticed how unusually drawn
the fireman's face was as he verbally stepped up the
of the silent extrication team.
51's captain was about to ask him about it when Roy
ambulance loading a young boy, gave his head
a miniscule shake. "That man's downgrading into a black
the paramedic said, pointing to the bundle of triage tags swinging
from his jacket's
halligan tool for clarity. "Brackett's asked Chet
to stay on a one to one with him...until there's
an outcome, one
way or the other."
"You mean those paramedics working on Chet's victim won't
able to save him?" Captain Stanley asked.
"Probably not. He has a penetrating abdominal
that only rapid surgery can rectify."
"But isn't Dr. Brackett working down there
with you guys?"
Roy looked down as he closed the ambulance doors containing
Mathers and his father. "He's operating on a woman
who has the same thing. This is her husband and
son right here."
he replied softly, smacking the back doors of the Mayfair to let
the driver know
that he could leave for Rampart. "That man told
our team to rescue her instead of him. It was....
what he did."
Hank didn't know what to say and he watched Chet kneel down
beside Scott Kincaid's head when the man began to stir as
the high flow IVs started performing their
function. "How long?"
Cap asked, feeling sympathy for Chet and his difficult task.
now." Roy DeSoto answered. Then he grabbed up his gear
and joined Dixie, who was just as pale and
emotionally glazed as
Chet, for moving on to the next train car for triage categorizing.
Hank caught Chet's eye and held up his radio and tapped it with|
a finger in supporting emphasis before
he returned to the Command
Post to get word on the next extrication site assignment.
Scott looked up and saw a fireman crouched over him.
"So you're the lucky guy, eh?" he coughed.
"Sir, just try to relax.." Chet said, taking off his helmet.
Kincaid started to laugh weakily,
in acceptance of his situation.
"It's really not so bad, you know."
"What isn't?" Kelly asked.
"Dying." whispered Scott, trying to focus his eyes.
A paramedic from Ninety Nine's working
over Scott's stomach
immediately spoke up. He did not yet know how bad Scott's
injury really was.
He made a sound of negation. "Wrong
answer, man." he warned his victim. "Nobody speaks the D
when my partner and I are on the job. It's a real downer."
he firmly aimed at Scott.
you tell him how it is?" Kincaid tossed his head at Chet.
"Better to burst their bubble now then later,
Kelly licked dry lips and interjected a reply when the Asian paramedic
asked his partner
about mechanism of injury findings. "Guys,
Mr. Kincaid was freed from a four inch diameter pole that
driven completely through his body. This injury has a large exit wound
which is hidden from
the packing Brackett tried to use to staunch the
bleeding. You can't see it because of the stokes
sheeting. Kel tagged
that black color for a reason. It's far too late to do anything."
paramedic didn't even acknowledge Kelly's input and he mumbled
to his partner. "Everyone's an expert."
and then he tuned Kelly out as
they took vital signs readings on Scott and opened up a biophone channel
to their hospital.
Mr. Kincaid lifted a hand to the glove Chet had placed on his shoulder
he gripped it. "Promise me you'll get Julie to her son and husband."
"I will, Mr. Kincaid."
"Tell her that it was worth going. Ladies are ....always
first into the life boat." he grimaced sharply. Then his eyes widened and the shallow breaths under the
O2 mask quickened. "My G*d, It's beautiful over there." he said looking at a point beyond his feet at
the train. "Do you see all those people? I wonder who they are..."
Chet looked up and saw only
the damp fog and cherry flares lying on the ground
in front of the Amtrak car. "Where?" He saw no
one. When he looked
down, the animation had faded out of Scott's eyes.
"V-Fib!" shouted one
of the paramedics, studying Scott's monitor.
"I got the paddles.." answered the other.
felt a smack against his stomach. It was an ambu bag.
The blond paramedic said, "Do I have to
show you how to use this?" he
Chet reluctantly took Scott's face into his hands and began bagging|
the arrested lawyer. Aggressive
CPR soon followed with multiple shocks,
including an IC epinephrine order, but the look of peace
never left Scott's
bloody face. It was that expression that Chet concentrated on until he was
aside when it came time for the ambulance doors to be closed by
The Cadillac hearse
ambulance bearing Kincaid's body lurched onto
the roadway and filled the night with its obnoxious
lights and siren.
It retreated around the fire trucks into the distance.
Chet watched it go
for a long time before he rubbed the tears out of his
eyes. Then he peeled off his work gloves one
by one methodically and
left them abandoned on the bumper of a fire truck.
The smoky fog swallowed
Kelly up as he turned to go look for Marco,
Stoker and Captain Stanley.
It was two days later at a rehabilitation check point. Station 51 had been
on duty a full forty eight
hours with only brief periods granted for rest and
recharging in a nearby tent next to a chow trailer.
All the passengers on
the Amtrak had been located and processed. Dr. Brackett and Dixie
had gone back to Rampart as soon as all the train cars had
Johnny Gage rubbed
his dirty face and nudged a dozing Roy with a foot
where he was slumped uncomfortably on some boxes.
"Want to go back
to the First Aid Station and make a phone call?"
"To ask about Julie Mathers
?" DeSoto wondered, fatigue lining his face.
Day before yesterday, it looked like she
was being resuscitated
when they got her onto that chopper."
"That was because of the anesthesia,
Johnny. Not because she crashed."
Roy mumbled, reaching for a wrinkled pear from a food box. "She's
Johnny frowned in irritation. "And you know that for a fact huh..." he
mild exhausted sarcasm.
"I do. I saw the EKG monitor when they passed by. I saw nothing
in her rhythm. She was just being breath supported."
Johnny shot to his feet. "Yeah, well. That
call will lift a whole lotta
weight from my shoulders, and yours. Let's go."
"Johnny now hold
on. Y-You don't even know to which hospital she
"I can guess." Gage answered after
a short pause. "Didn't most
of the victims from that section of the train go to Bethseda?"
non critical ones did, yes. And most of the bodies we're
recovering now are going there, too. But
I heard all the priority cases
went to other places. They rerouted randomly on to the next available
trauma department when any hospital reached its capacity. First Aid
won't have that information
attached to any victim names. It's too soon."
Johnny sat down heavily and
set his head against the wall, closing
his eyes. "I hate this aspect of my job. Not knowing how people
"It's the price we pay for being first responders I guess." Roy said,
up. "Come on, we better resupply the squad and go on
stand by for the salvage crews in case there
are any injuries."
"I'm so tired, I can barely register how many fingers I'm
holding up." he
groaned, not moving.
"We'll grab some more coffee once we get there."
Johnny slowly followed
Roy out to the squad.
was positioned by the two Amtrak
locomotive engines when his walkie talkie beeped with
##Engine 51, L.A. ##
"L.A., this is Engine 51."
##Engine 51. Recovery crew
spotters report an accident dust
cloud near your vicinity. Possible vehicular. At the intersection
of Court Crossing and Hwy 38. ##
Hank scratched his chin, waving over Chet, Stoker and Marco,
giving them the sign that they were moving out on an active engine
call. "Any ideas on how many people
##Negative, 51. You will be first on scene. Time out : 11:17.##
51. KMG 365."
And they loaded up and moved out full lights and sirens.
From: Sam Iam <lafddispatcher@y...>
Date: Wed Sep 29, 2004 10:59 am
Subject: Seat of the Pants
Craig Brice sat in the
nurses' lounge with Dr. Morton,
puzzling over an observation that seemed like only he
Brice sipped his plain hot black coffee.
He watched as staff members by the droves came and went
the room calmly despite the disparity leaping out
Finally, Brice just had to ask.
"Hmm.." said the young interned resident without looking
up from the top patient
chart he was reading from a
stack of a dozen.
"May I ask a personal question of you?"
Mike's eyes shot up in surprise.
Craig immediately amended. "Stop me if I over step
Mike grunted, giving the on duty paramedic his whole
"Why are you wearing a
surgical mask?" asked Craig.
"Oh, this.." Morton said, feeling the blue paper covering
"I've grown so accustomed to wearing one
these last few days that I had forgotten it was still on."
he sighed, reaching for a beverage mug that naturally,
wasn't there. "I was exposed to an unknown
meningitis from a patient with no I.D. The train crash
emergency slowed up my being
able to get a hold of her lab
results before she was shipped out to another hospital.
locally imposed isolation by Brackett's order
until I get the information."
"You mean you can still work, even though
you've been exposed to her illness?"
meningitis is very hard to catch, unless you're
a care giver examining someone like I was for her.
I'm just waiting
to hear back whether or not Jane Doe's bug is Neisseria
meningitidis or Haemophilus
influenza Type B. The first is highly
contagious through the air, the second, isn't, and other strains
are usually unremarkable."
Brice nodded his head, taking a bite of the pecan pie chunk
held poised on a fork prong. "Neisseria can kill in less
than a day, I've read."
"Dr. Brackett's given me some covering
antibiotic. A cephalosporin called cefonicid. If it's viral,
I'm not worried. I'm not geriatric or pediatric aged."
Craig carefully considered. "Cefonicid.
Dosage, 500 milligrams
to 2 grams every twenty-four hours IM or IV."
"That's right." Morton
replied, unsurprised at Brice's encyclopedic
memory. "And, I've been instructed to stay away from
"He's had his spleen removed. If I'm a carrier, he'll be susceptible
almost one hundred percent to any meningitis germ if he gets into close
contact with it."
didn't know that." Brice said. "Thank you for informing me of that
Then it was Morton's turn to ask Craig about Bob Bellingham
and his baby daughter's conditions.
"They're both stable. Bellingham suffered only a moderate concussion.
His little girl was just hypothermic
and hypoglycemic. Dr. Early said
she turned around vitals wise almost immediately after rewarming
"That's a relief.. Usually train wreck neonates fair poorly, even when
not injured physically." Morton replied.
Right then the white phone rang on the wall over the
Craig got up and answered it, being closest. "Nurse's Lounge,
L.A. County Firefighter
Paramedic Craig Brice." He angled
his head glancing up at Morton. "Doctor Morton, it's for you."
Morton took the receiver handed to him as the other man returned
to his seat and snack. He listened
for a moment, and soon hung up.
Then Mike peeled off his isolation mask and balled it up into
his lab coat pocket.
Brice smiled. "So, it wasn't Neisseria or Viral meningitis."
"Nope, hers was Streptococcus pneumoniae, the bacterial form|
that's the least deadliest. The Bethseda
lab boys have just told
me that my prescribed antibacterial med bailed me out of the spreading
category yesterday afternoon."
Sure enough, two new nurses filing into the lounge noticed Morton's
liberation and they both said, "Congratulations, doctor. How's
"Alive, she lost
some hearing but she's gonna make it. The
PD took her finger prints this morning. They said they'll
answer about who she is by nightfall."
"That's wonderful." said Carol.
looked up at the assistant head nurse. "Ms. Evans. Is
Miss McCall around?"
"Yes, she's back
at her desk. You still need your supplies from
pharmacy.." she guessed, squinting at him in a calculating
"I do." Craig nodded.
"Not anymore, Mr. Brice. I anticipated a bit and they're all
set for you.
I went around the supply nurse downstairs. Geez, she's got all the winning
of a snail. I don't know how you boys deal with her at all. "
Morton chortled over his coffee
cup. "It's only ingrained training
and a re-enforced sense of etiquette that holds us at bay, Carol.
"Well, I certainly don't trust her. Craig, your squad supplies are
all in an ambu
box on Dixie's desk, including that IC epinephrine
you used on your last run. Now you better eat
that last bite and then
**Beep. Beep. Beep.. Squad Eight. Stand by for response.**
came L.A.'s rich radio voice over Craig's handy talkie.
"Thank you, Nurse Evans." Craig said.
"And you, too, Dr. Morton.
Doctor, we should get together soon so you can tell me more about
clinical aspects of spinal meningitis. I'd like to be prepared
further for any future field encounters
with it." He rose and ran
from the room to grab his squad's supplies.
Craig tossed the box to Belliveau, his temporary partner in
the squad's driver's seat, as their
call came through.
Brice got into the truck, buckled up, and strapped on his helmet.
Eight. Unknown vehicular accident. At the intersection
of Court Crossing and Hwy 38. At the intersection
Crossing and Hwy 38. Time out 11:19. Engine 51 is responding
to your incident. Their
reported ETA is three minutes. **
"L.A., Squad Eight, 10-4. KMG-356."
Brice and Belliveau
spun tires out of Rampart's ambulance
bay driveway and onto the freeway.
From : Cassidy Meyers <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent : Wednesday, September 29, 2004 10:44 PM
Subject : Intersect
Mike Stoker hit his
airhorn to startle the mass
of bystanders away from their response scene as
he brought Engine 51
down to a hissing crawl about
thirty feet away from the rising steam they could see
from the accident
site. The crowd parted with shouts
and waves of urgency. Others, fearing incrimination,
Captain Stanley jolted when he recognized the shade of
red glinting under the bright sunlight. He
out his window even as Chet Kelly and Marco Lopez beat
him out of the Ward.
"Get an inch and a half on that smoking engine
right now! No wait, it's not that bad. Let's check
it out first."
Squad 51 sat in the middle of the intersection, its windshield
spidered with its cherry red hood V folded up from
a front end collision. A motorcycle lay a short
from the rescue truck, with a casualty, whom Mike Stoker
immediately crouched down
beside to check for lifesigns.
Cap got on his walkie talkie. "L.A. we have a fire department
vehicle involved in a motorcycle versus rescue squad. As yet, there
are no signs of fuel leaking.
Respond two ambulances to our location."
##10-4, 51. Ambulance ETA is nine minutes. Time out 11:23.##
Squad Eight came back with an immediate follow up. ## Engine
51, we are four minutes away. Just
crossing Williams. Heading
onto the Hwy 38 on-ramp.##
"Engine 51, 10-4." Captain Stanley replied.
His voice had cracked,
but it went unheeded by anyone.
Hank pelted over to the squad's driver's window, pulling on his|
work gloves, shouting as he leaned
in. "Johnny?! Roy?"
No one was inside the truck.
Captain Stanley whirled around, yelling
at the crowd of neighborhood
people on the curb. "Did anybody see the two paramedics who were
No one stepped up to reply.
Marco yelled again to the others, "They're firemen,
dressed like us!..
Where did they go?" Seeing the nationality majority of the onlookers
the fire engine and the accident site, he switched to spanish,
barely containing his fear and anger.
"Chet, see if you can find where either of them went. There's blood
all over the cab." he said
as the Irish fireman ran up to him
with O2 for the victim on the ground. "Stoker.. Is that man alive?"
Mike sadly shook his head from where he was crouched
over the man's face.
"The biker's dead. Broken neck.
I'll go call the cops in. Looks like he was looting, Cap. Must've
been hit trying to leave on a fast getaway from the train."
Kelly hit an idea. "Cap. Maybe they
still have their radios if
they got their jackets on. "
"Worth a shot..." Cap said, waving
him to it.
Chet lifted his HT and started a hail.. "Engine 51 to HT 51,
do you copy?"
Marco gathered near his coworkers, shaking his head
about his lack of success with learning anything
Kelly hailed yet again. Only fresh static met his ears.
Captain Stanley noticed something. A cluster
of heads bending over together in a group on the opposite
curb under the shadow of the intersection's tall trees.
He started running. He found a bloodied
over a collapsed older woman, trying to talk to her, over
his own severe grogginess.
Hank announced his find to the world over the HT frequency
and he heard footsteps running and
saw that Marco was
coming fast to his aid.
Cap crouched beside Johnny and grabbed his shoulders.
"Johnny? Hey.. It's Captain Stanley..." Gage didn't seem
to understand him and fresh blood ran down
of his face from his hair. Cap took off Johnny's helmet
and took his face into his hands.
"Hey.. pal. Can you
Johnny mumbled, not able to focus his eyes. "I...gotta...
her out.. She...that was her kid on the bi... I think
she's.. shhhe's got......some crushing chest
Hank shouted. "Stoker! Grab the resuscitation
gear from the squad. We've a female victim
"..Ugh....gotta get..." Gage groaned, shaking uncontrollably.
"Easy. Don't move your head around. Just stay
sitting like you are. I got a hold of ya. Gage, listen
Where's Roy? Don't worry about the woman. Stoker and Marco
are here and they're taking
over her care. Eight's on
the way. They'll be here in two minutes. You just relax."
Johnny tried to pull Hank's arms down away
from him, and he was looking at the woman in muzzy confusion.
"Her pulse's off.. Irreg...u... Let me over there!" he said
weakly angry. He was trembling.
Cap sat down on the grass next to Gage, never looking away
from his eyes nor did he let go of the
support he was giving his
wounded paramedic's head and neck.
Hank pulled his captain's HT
close to his lips. "Kelly, any sign
of DeSoto yet? Johnny's conscious but out of it."
##Still looking. Found a blood trail behind a house|
over here. I'll let you know. The cops are here.
told them what's up and they're helping me look around
Marco scrambled over
to Hank and gave him a flowing
oxygen mask from their supply for Johnny. "Cap,
I'm needed over
there. The lady speaks only Spanish
and Stoker's busy hooking up the EKG monitor on her.
to get the defibrillator set up in case she goes bad."
"This'll do for now. I'll just have to
wait on a collar for him.
He's cooperating with me." Hank said holding the clear plastic
up to Gage's nose and mouth where he sat rigid against
Cap's supporting hand with his eyes closed.
Cap lifted his eyes to the annoying crowd that was blocking his
of their distant surroundings. ::Chet. Hurry. I don't like this
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Sent : Thursday, September 30, 2004 3:28 AM
Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] When in Rome...
::It feels like a riot brewing.:: Hank thought, eyeing the
restless crowds around them.
Vince Howard came running. He had his pistol out
and it was aimed up into the air in visual
warning. He was
the only policeman moving in the open areas.
Vaguely, Cap saw him run to
the fire engine, and open one
of her side compartments for an asbestos tarp. The fire captain
him use this to cover both the dead hispanic teenager and
the pounds of jewelry which lay strewn
around his body.
Hank saw another police officer take a position behind
a squad car to cover
Vince as he made his way across the
street at a dead run, to Captain Stanley side. He had a
out, too. One with a spotting scope.
Mike Stoker looked up from the woman he was taking
on. "What's happening?" he asked the
street officer when he got there, his eyes getting bigger.
Vince Howard flanked them, his gun once again drawn
and displaying at the subtle angry crowd around
"Put your back to mine, and keep a close watch on the
people around us. I've backup coming.
They'll be here in
moments. For now, Schaffer's got us covered with an assault
shifted position until he had done what the policeman
had asked. "Vince? What's going on?"
bad are they? Give me that, then let me relay the
information to my sergeant. Then I'll tell you.
For now, don't
make any sudden moves. " the freckled African American
street cop ordered. "For
the moment, none of us are going
to be allowed to leave."
"Johnny's got a possible head injury.
This woman's the biker's
mother and there's a good chance she's having a serious heart
Where's Roy DeSoto? He's gone missing, Vince."
Hank asked. He bit his lip while the police officer
Howard met Cap's eyes reluctantly. "This crowd thinks Johnny |
and Roy hit the San Pedro gang's leader
on purpose. We're in the
heart of their territory. We think the rest of the gang dragged
and Roy out of the squad when they saw it happen to
get even. This woman tried to stop the gang from
but then she went down. Another bystander, a recovery worker,
called us out here
when they saw the gang attacking your paramedics."
Hank glared up at the crowd around them angrily,
but Vince regained
Cap's attention urgently. " Don't provoke them. Here's how it is.
elder, like this lady, holds a lot of sway over the gang.
They listen to her. That's probably the
only reason why you
fire boys are still here in one piece. They want you to help her."
eyed up the pipe wielding young Hispanic men with a new light.
One of them set his length of chain
down when Cap met his eyes.
"Is Roy all right? Have you seen him?" Hank asked Howard
"He may not be the only fire fighter in jeopardy. I just sent
one of my men over there to try and
find DeSoto a few minutes ago."
"One of my deputy's has your man Kelly taking cover behind a
squad car. We're holding Squad 8 back as a bargaining chip in
order to be given Roy DeSoto in exchange.."
"What?!" Hank bellowed. "You know where he is?!"
Johnny moaned in surprise
at the shout and started struggling
anew in his half conscious state against Cap's shoulder. Hank
immediately shushed Gage quiet again and told him to
remain still. A part of the injured paramedic
and soon, he obeyed the snap of authority in his ear.
"Yeah, never m- move
any...trauma.." he whispered.
Hank looked once again to Vince. "What can we do to
and the other officers bail us out of here?"
"Just keep your cool. We'll definitely get out of
this whole nightmare
situation without any more injuries, I promise you.The gang's used to our
of ..official negotiating." he said with a smileless good humor.
"It'll just take a little time to
play the game to their liking to fit their
current mood." Howard said evenly.
"We may not
have the time to spare, Vince. She needs cardiac
medications and a paramedic. Right now, " Marco
EKG's not normal." he said, tipping the Tetronix up so the police
see its restless uneven track.
"Do the best you can until my superiors finish negotiating.
her breathing or we'll find ourselves in the middle of a
shoot out with Roy DeSoto being the hostage
"Is he injured badly?" Cap said.
"I don't know. We spotted him on someone's
six houses away from here being watched by some gang
members. I'm afraid he's on his
back and he hasn't moved yet.
Our line of sight's horrible so we can't tell if he's still breathing
Cap grabbed Vince's arm. "Is Roy still in his turnout?"
is he wearing a tan jacket like this one?" he said,
tapping himself on the chest.
think a detective gave that in a description for him."
"Then he's got a radio like mine. And most
still on. Can I try to talk to him?"
"Hang on.." Vince said and he contacted his
"Go ahead. Roy's arms aren't tied from what we can see."
"Stoker. Open a line
to Rampart. Get a doctor up to speed.
I'm going to kill two birds with one stone. I wanna get Roy's
health status and if he's able, I want to use him to determine
how bad SHE is." Hank said, pointing
to the sweaty, grimacing
dark haired lady lying on the ground. "Marco, you interpret anything
for the woman's benefit. Got that?"
The fire engineer and hoseman nodded.
"This is the
last time I'm ever gonna be caught in the middle of
an unsafe scene. Smashed vehicles are fine; easy
to figure out
for safety's sake. Man, I didn't expect any nearby PEOPLE to
become my potential
powder keg." Stanley grumbled.
Vince rubbed his sweaty forehead and he glanced at
in sympathy. "It happens. How often do you
fire boys find yourselves in the city?"
enough, I guess. We never saw this coming."
Stoker admitted, setting up the squad's biophone.
On the ground, the woman groaned suddenly in fierce
pain, and her skin turned a darker shade of gray
Marco gripped her hand and he tightened the O2 mask
around her face. "Esto
vá a aydarle a respirar. ¿Le falta aire?"
"¡Sí!" she moaned. "AhhhHH."
Marco smiled at
her in convincing confidence.
"Respire profundo para dentro y afuera." Then
he looked up and his
smile fell away the moment his
face was turned toward Cap.
"What's the problem?" Stanley asked
"She's getting short of breath. I told her the oxygen will
help her even more if she
breathed in and out a little
deeper." Marco replied. "We have to do something
for her. Now."
Vince offered advice. "Make it sound like it's fire fighting|
business or they might not let DeSoto
Howard snapped his fingers. "Better yet. Mention your new
victim. It just may allow
Roy some conversational freedom if
they realize we have an Elder's treatment ongoing."
got on the HT. "Ok, here goes.... Engine 51 to Squad 51.
I require an immediate response on HT.
We've a woman
down at our original location. An Hispanic female, aged
approximately fifty. Possible
heart attack." and he bit his
lip as he lifted his thumb away from the talk button.
poised waiting for a reply over the open line.
The silence was only broken by occasional taunts from
the onlookers and moans from the elder lady.
Then... *Spap* ## Engine 51,...I read you, ...*cough*
and clear. I'm....10-2. Situation ..ok..## Roy's voice
was thick sounding as if from a swollen
lip but no one
minded at all.
The firemens' expressions were ones of great relief and
had to fight themselves from moving joyfully. Hank
motioned for them to tone it down. Vince upped
by putting his own gun away and clearing his hands to the
watchers near Roy's porch.
Cap started relaying information to DeSoto over
the radio. "Two victims. Victim One, Code I, non
he emphasized, letting a hint about Johnny worm into
the transmission craftily. "Victim
Two. Conscious, collapsed
with chest pain. Cyanosis about the mouth and fingernails.
breathing. On 15 liters of O2. Vitals are : " and he
slowly took a notepad from Stoker in plain crowd
read the finding. "Pulse 130, weak and irregular, respirations
are 22 and shallow, B/P
Captain Stanley could almost see Roy absorb the patient
information like a sponge.
Heavy breathing on the line showed
that Roy had some pain he was currently dealing with, but
voice's tone was lucid, unlike Johnny's disjointed comments.
##Victim Two. Find out .....what
kind of pain she's feeling. This
isn't necessarily a cardiac case. Could be a pulmonary embolus, too.
Ask her when the pain started and whether or not it travels away
from where it is now. Find out its
severity. Then ask about any taken
medications, get a medical history if you can, and ..and ..and,
about any allergies. My status, I was 10-7 for about 10 minutes.##
"10-7?" Vince asked.
Cap made a gesture, "That means out of service. I'm taking it to
mean the period of time of how
long Roy thinks he was passed out
after he was beaten up.." he began once more into the radio.
on Victim Two.."
##¡No otro hombre! Ella solo!## came a furious reply over Roy's radio.
other man! Her only!)
Marco hissed. "Cap. Stop! Talk only about the woman.
Someone over there's
figured out what we're doing with
all the ten codes."
Hank preceded more cautiously. "Comprendo. I understand."|
he radio-ed back. "Squad 51. Please stand
Roy cleverly kept the talk button down so the others could
hear the police negotiating
in the background at his location.
Marco immediately turned to the woman. "¿Le duele más cuándo
respira profundo?" (Is your pain worse with a deep breath intake?)
"No, es mismo." she gasped.
(No, it's the same.)
"¿Ha tenido alguna vez un ataque al corazón?" Lopez asked gently.
(Have you had a heart attack before?)
"Sí, en la primavera." she admitted.
in the springtime.)
"¿Cuándo empezó el dolór?" he asked about her pain.
(When did this pain
"A las once en la manaña."
(At eleven this morning)
"¿Qué tipo de dolor tiene?"
(What does this pain feel like?)
"¡Mi pecho es apretandó! Y presión!"
chest's squeezing. And pressure.)
"¿Se mueve para algún lado?"|
(Does it go anywhere else?)
"Alrededór mí izquierda brazo."
my left arm)
"¿Ha tenido nauseas?"
(Do you have any nausea?)
"¡Sí. Tiene mucho!"
"¿Toma medicinas y tiene alergias a alguna medicina?"
(Do you take any medications and
are you allergic to any?)
"No. AhhhHH!" The woman suddenly arched off the ground.
le pasa?" Marco asked her.
(What's the matter?)
"Siento que me estóy ahogando.."
like I'm suffocating..)
"Ok,..no tenga miedo. Nosotros hablamos a el doctor ahorita."
don't be afraid. We are talking to a doctor right now.)
Lopez quickly handed Cap the note pad
he had transcribed.
"She's dyspneic now. I think you should tell them both that fact
Cap told Roy everything and then he handed Stoker
Marco's interviewed information to read off to Dr.
who was waiting on the phone line.
A minute later, both paramedic and physician said
thing over two sets of speakers. ##Try nitroglycerin for now until
the other squad is
allowed in. ##
Stoker had been walked through on how to connect the
woman's EKG leads into
Morton took responsibility so Marco and Stoker could give the woman
medication orally. ##That's only if her pressure's above 100
systolic..## Morton punctuated over
## Repeat once every five minutes up to three tablets as long as that |
B/P reading stays there, fellas.
## added Roy.
Lopez dug around the drug box until he found the tiny brown
pill bottle marked
NTG. Then he tapped one out onto
his hand and crouched over the woman. "Senora. Habre los ojos.
medicina vá debajo de la lengua. Venga en, abra la boca. Esta
siente mejór después de tomar la medicina."
(Maam, open your eyes.
This medicine goes under your tongue. Come on, open your mouth. You'll
better after you've taken this medication.)
The woman gagged for a moment on the nitroglycerin
then her face smoothed after half a minute and her cheeks flushed a
more healthy looking
ruddy color. They all saw the rhythm on the heart
monitor even out just a touch. Marco felt her hand,
gripping his own,
ease off completely before she finally let go.
"¿Se siente mejor?" Marco
asked once she had relaxed.
(Do you feel better?)
The sweaty woman nodded. "Gracías bombero."
(Thank you fireman.) Then she reached up and grabbed
Cap's radio. "Primos. No pegaron el gringo paramedico
Vamos al hospital Rampart, el y yo. Necesitamos ir ahora. Ellos me
han ayudado. Usted
debe sentirse la vergüenza para sentir la
necesidad para la venganza. Carlos ha pagado el precio
falta de honradez cuando él robó del tren. Su muerte era el hace de Dios.
mí apene con la honradez. " (Cousins, don't hit the white
paramedic anymore. We're going to Rampart
Hospital, he and I. We
need to go right now. They have helped me. You should feel shame for
the need for revenge. Carlos has paid the price for his dishonesty
when he stole from the train.
His death was the will of God. Let me grieve
All around the street, weapons
were dropped to the pavement
as the elder's weeping plea was echoed around the police's
51's HT frequencies. Seconds later, Squad Eight
roared up with an ambulance following close behind.
Hank snapped an order. "As soon as she's stabilized,
bring all three in together." he ordered
from Station Eight. "This is Vince's suggestion so
we're cleared away from here
as fast as possible."
"Understood, captain." Craig Brice replied.
The elder's IV was quickly
started by Brice and Belliveau
and heart meds soon leveled the arrythmias shooting across
Johnny Gage was lowered onto a backboard once a cervical
collar had been applied
and then he was tucked into a handy stokes
for a side bench transport. Captain Stanley personally
Johnny's I.V. bag during his packaging and loading until
it was time to hang it on the
rig's wall hook.
Hank leaned into Vince. "You know we didn't really need
Roy to treat the
woman. We could've gotten permission
from Dr. Morton directly. We had the biophone right there."
"I knew, Hank. I knew. " said Howard. "The ruse worked. Didn't it?"
"This time. What about for
the next time?" Cap wondered morbidly.
Vince sighed. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to
Roy DeSoto denied any head symptoms.
He was allowed to ride to the hospital sitting up, once his
many cuts and bruises had been poked and
covered up and after he had his vital signs checked out.
Marco, was busy until
the very last minute. "Lo siento, pero no
podemos llevar mas personas atras. Ella vá estar bien."
but we can't have any more people in the back. She's going to
be fine.) he told the
elder's claimed next of kin.
The double doors on the Mayfair closed, leaving Brice alone
a sick woman, a dazed paramedic and a second, very
very very,..quiet one.
Roy was mute the
whole way in as he let Brice do all the work
of keeping his goose egged partner awake and within the
of verbally responsive consciousness.
Finally, DeSoto said something just before the
orderlies opened the ambulance doors up for wheeling them
all into the treatment room
hallway. "I really...hate ...the city now.
I'm gonna move Joanne and the kids a little farther out
the high country just as soon as I can. I think I'll start making plans
"Thinking about leaving the department, DeSoto?" Brice
"No, just the ambience of
the sadder part of Los Angeles.
Thank you very much." he said sarcastically.
Brice took that
to mean that Roy DeSoto wasn't too physically
hurt to feel a real true anger over the attack he and
just suffered at the hands of unthinking people.
"So, this is a reversal.." said Gage
from his hospital bed at
the street clothes garbed DeSoto and Brice and surprisingly,
"Didya bring me any candy like I brought for you
last week, Craig?"
"Nothing you can choke
on." Roy quipped. "Have a taco.
Marco cooked up those special, just for you." he said,
his head bandage wrapped partner, a tupperware
full of steaming, south of the border, delectables.
Johnny made a face. "I'm just about latin american-ed out for
a while. Between accidently killing
one, to getting beaten
up by a whole gang of em, to being saved by one, I've had
just about all
I can stomach on that theme for the rest of the
"Don't tell Marco Lopez that. He might
get offended." replied
Craig Brice seriously.
"Brice, I'm just not hungry yet. They just ended
my D5W I.V.
a couple of hours ago, you know."
"Good." said Chet quickly. "Then you don't
I dig in a little, pal? Thanks. I'm still starving." he said, grabbing
the yellow container
out of Johnny's hands and opening it. "You
fellas want some? Here, let me grab some paper towels
bathroom." he said chewing noisily. He held up the food so Roy and
Brice could partake
in a second round of feasting, too, before
disappearing into the depths of the rest room for a roll
"Man, Gage. You've been missing out on some radical fire duty.
We may be done
with the Amtrak wreck and it's....uh, associated
resident gang members, but we sure as heck have
a record week of station burn calls. We've been roaring, non
stop, for just about
every kind of fire imaginable. Dumpster fires,
brush fires, mine fires, stove fires, even a pool
fire when some dork
mistook a can of charcoal starter for a jug of dechlor solution.
an idiot he was..." Chet rambled on.
Gage swore he could feel another near coma coming on,|
just listening to his enthusiastic coworker.
::But I'd rather feel some
nauseated, twisted insides over some as yet too early food, than
anything like that twisted train or gang, ever again.:: he
concluded. ::At least, not until I've
been well fed, well slept. And not
until I'm completely without a single aching muscle or pulsating
anywhere in my entire body. Only then will I think about re-tackling the
But, ..not today. I deserve a break more than they could ever
for one of Lopez's mild green salsa tacos with
a good heart and he bit off one end, very carefully.
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