The Story Unfolds...|
Season Three, Episode Twenty Three..
§§ The One That Matters
Debut Launch: July 1st, 2005.
From: Jeff Seltun <email@example.com>
Wed Jul 13, 2005 2:10 pm
Subject: Tiny Little Bundles..
The scents of sizzling bacon
and frying eggs were already thick in
the air when Johnny Gage finally dragged himself out of the
He scrubbed a white towel over his head to begin drying his hair and
staggered by feel
back to his bunk to where had already laid out a fresh
uniform and pair of shoes. "You know, Roy,
I think I should just buckle down
and sign up to get another set of shirts or something. It's not
even nine yet
and already I've burned through two of the four of the bunch I already have.."
"That's funny. In the eight years I've been working on the department, I've
gone through all my shirts during the course of any work shift.
Guess I'm just neat enough to make
it through one without ever using them up."
Johnny threw his hair towel onto the wall in a clever
and he began combing fingers through his unruly black hair to tame it.
"It's tough some
days, Roy. If I don't total em from a messy auto rescue,
I lose em to cleanup fire grime. I don't
know how you manage to stay clean."
He eased his towel covered rear down onto the foot of his bed.
A hostile snap of teeth and a fierce pygmy growl immediately arrested
him in the process and
he shot back up onto his bare feet. He almost
lost his balance on the water dripped floor as he danced
off his painful
splinted toe. "What the h-?!"
Roy raised his eyebrows at the sight of little
Bonnie, the station Boston
Yorkie, crouched with flattened ears, on the pile of paramedic clothes
Johnny's pillow. "Wow. I don't get it. You weren't anywhere near enough on
your end to make
her think you were going to sit on her.."
he said in absolute stunned amazement.
to watch the two paramedics warily from her tight protective
ball. She never stopped baring her teeth.
She emitted a growl or two when
Gage finally sat back down carefully onto his bunk to finish dressing.
Chet forgot to feed her again?"
"Unlikely.." DeSoto said mildly. "He knows Cap'll get
on his case if she
gets cranky past the usual around him." DeSoto answered.
"Maybe she just
got out of the wrong side of bed this morning."
Johnny said, still frowning at the posturing ball
"You mean, kinda like how you did a couple of hours ago for that trash
How's that toe ya stubbed?" asked Roy, leaning on the wall with a
section of newspaper in his hands.
"It's fine. You can see I taped it to the one next to it.
I don't think it's broken."
"Good. Last thing you need is more injured days off. You've already
max'd out for the month."
"Thanks, mom.." Gage said with mild sting. "You sound like Cap did a few
get offended, but he apologized by changing the subject.
"I only came in here to tell you that breakfast's
"I appreciate it, Roy. But the aroma's already beaten you to it by a
minutes or so." chuckled Gage.
"I can't tell. My allergies are kicking in." Roy admitted.
"I told you to take some benadryl tablets last night. I even told you the ragweed
pollen counts were
on the rise."
"I know. I know. I've just been so doggoned tired after the week we've had,
it completely slipped my mind to take my prescription."
"I'll remember to leave the bottle on
your pillowcase tonight." chided Johnny as
he zipped up his pants over his boxers. He blindly reached
back for his balled
Bonnie lunged forward in a viscious bluff, charging over the
top of them until
they were under her furry belly and hidden from sight. Her punishing teeth
shut just a hairsbreath away from Johnny's fingers and he jerked his
hand back in shock at the attack.
Then he got mad. "Hey, you little piece
of mop scrap. Now cut that out! Do you really want me to
be late for my next
rescue call? You think you're mad, just wait until I catch it from Cap for being
slow and then I promise to come back later looking for something else to
dump out my frustrations
on and you'll be it!" he said, stabbing a guarded index
finger in Bonnie's direction.
was unimpressed. She even went so far as to stuff the oversized ball
of black socks into her mouth
and went on glaring at the two men standing
above her. Her soft growls became only slightly diminished.
Gage sighed hugely. "Now what am I going to do? My others are still hanging
over the shower
"I'll go get a pair of mine you can have." Roy said, puzzling over Bonnie's
"I don't get it. She's not hungry..and she's definitely not sick."
Gage agreed empathetically.
"Not with that kind of energy. She could drive off
our mail carrier with that act."
That's females for ya. I married one...but I can't say I understand
em completely yet. I'll be right
back with your socks."
Johnny didn't even see him leave. He went right on staring strangely at|
Bonnie and she went right
on glaring back and salivating angrily. Until
Gage couldn't take it any more. "Hey Cap?! Guys! Get
in here ASAP!
I need ya!" he hollered loudly.
The gang came in on the run. Some of them still
Hank started up. "What's the problem?" he said in immediate concern.
hurt at the side door?" he said, looking up at the one they
never used exiting the bunk room.
"No, it's nothing like that. It's Bonnie, Cap. Watch this. And Chet, if you start
kill ya and I won't let Roy get anywhere near ya enough
to bring you back."
smile spread into one of mischief anyway. "I won't know if
I'll do that until we all get brought up
to speed on exactly what the problem
is here, Johnny.." he said deadpan in tone, but his face was
in gonna getcha mode.
"Cut to the chase, John. My eggs are getting cold." Hank
"Sorry, Cap. Here.. Watch what she does.." And he wrapped his hand protectively
one of his shower towels before he brought it down towards where Bonnie was
guarding the sock bundle.
Bonnie immediately let loose and latched on like a tiger in a fierce bite. Then
back to pick up the pair of socks into her mouth again. The others
leaped back in surprise. All but
Chet started laughing.."Nothing mysterious here, Gage. I'm utterly surprised at
mean with you being a paramedic and all." he grinned.
Gage's face fell into a frown, not liking
that he was being baited, once
again by Chet, who knew something he didn't.
Roy returned into
the room and handed Johnny his loaner pair. "So you had
to drag the others in here to witness our
poor dog who's just having a bad
"Kind of?! Roy, she's an absolute menace!" Johnny said,
taking the socks and
putting them on where he stood. He winced when he had to pull the first over
his sore toe.
"No she's not." Chet said quietly, still smiling. "She's being broody."
"Broody? I know she's crabby. We can all see that."
"Not that definition of broody, Johnny, the
other one." said Kelly smugly.
"She's growling for another reason because it's the season, man,
lovvvee." he crooned.
The other firemen started chuckling and they left the room. Chet|
stayed behind to enjoy the fallout.
Everyone but Gage, had understood
"Quit using twenty dollar words at me, Chet, and speak
already." Johnny flickered, rubbing his chilling arms.
"Ok, I'll spell it out
for ya. My uncle's dog used to do this all the time when
it was her time each month. She's adopted
your socks in lieu of the puppies that
she now wants to conceive or already has conceived." he said
"Her mother's instinct is roaring to the foreground and in that state, she'll guard
first thing handy. In this case, it's your bunk and socks, Johnny."
Roy stayed quiet and waited
for the punchline while that last digested inside
of his damp partner's brain. Then it came out,
"No way. She's not pregnant. She can't be! She--" then he broke off, remembering.
"Oh, no... Roy, I thought it was odd that Boot came back to the station away from
his favorite laddertruck
at sixteen's. Remember two months ago?" Johnny asked.
Roy started frowning. "Yeah.. He didn't
take a nap under the engine like he always
does, waiting for Stoker to come out and feed him. He went
right for the b--"
Chet completed his thought gleefully. "The bunk room." he said, nodding
"Uh, huh. It's making sense now, isn't it?"
DeSoto's face fell, figuring it out finally.
thought that was kinda odd behavior, even for him."
Johnny's mouth flopped open. "But how could
he? I mean, how could
they-- He's three times her size, guys.."
Kelly stopped laughing and
headed for the door, his mouth quirked in
mirth. "Where there's a will, there's a way, fellas, and
that's all there is to it.
Hey Gage, looks like you're just gonna have to face the facts. Your
Bonnie here's about to become.... a mother."
"On my bed?!"
"Looks like it now.." remarked
"Oh, Roy, nothing." said DeSoto. "Sheets are replaceable."
"I'm not thinking about that, I'm thinking about the size difference here."
"No, I mean the puppies....not what... happened earlier between them." he
his throat uncomfortably. "What if they're too big for her
to deliver naturally? It could explain
why she's so mad. She might be in a lot
of pain here." Johnny said in a new light.
Bonnie folded up onto her right side and moaned pitfully.
The ball of socks rolled out of her mouth
Roy's whole demeanor completely changed.
Gage started to anse nervously. "Hey guys! Get back in here. I think we've got|
a real problem now
and I'm not kidding this time! Stoker, bring the gear and the
O2 apparatus on the double!"
ran in irritably. "Now what? Gage, if this is some stunt to get back at
Chet I'll--" he broke off
when he saw Bonnie, seeming to strain and pant.
"You mean this broody stuff of hers is the latter
case?" he guessed.
"Uh, huh... and she's probably already laboring, too." Roy said, trying to
get near the now distressed dog. Bonnie was so deep in her misery that
she finally allowed Roy
to touch her. He took a fast leg pulse and respiration
Stoker and Marco came dashing
in with everything. "Not the defibrillator
and the biophone you dorks.. We can't use those!" Gage
"You know,.. 'Bring the gear' 's pretty vague there, Johnny." said Marco.
Chet's forehead was wrinkled in concern. "Bonnie's actually having...puppies?!"
licking his lips. He had said that like he didn't believe it himself.
"What?!" said Hank. "I didn't
even know she was pregnant."
"Who could have known under all that fur.." said Stoker. "Cap, permission
Cap sighed. "Yeah,...go ahead. We can grab another tank from the closet
to replace this
Mike Stoker got to work and fitted a peds oxygen mask to the regulator
and laid the flowing
mask on the pillow near Bonnie's lolling tongue.
Johnny was able to feel her tensing muscles and
the bulging shapes
moving there. "I think I feel three very large puppies, Roy. And one of
seems to be stuck head and shoulders down inside of her."
That got Chet thinking. "She's having
em now?! Where did her water break then?"
he said, looking across the shiny floor.
in the yard, Chet." said Cap, stroking Bonnie's head, murmuring
reassurances to her. "She was out
there alot this morning sniffing around."
"Yeah, but now what are we gonna do? It's Saturday.
Our vet office's closed."
Roy asked. "I don't know much about dog deliveries but I've heard that
are common in tiny dogs like Bonnie."
Bonnie gave out a cry of pain that cut through everyone
and her tail
arched into the air and trembled.
The gang immediately fell to soothing her and
carefully positioning her
body so that she could breathe in the easiest possible way.
even hesitate. He picked up the mic from the bedside radio console
and thumbed the trigger. "L.A.,
this is Station 51. .."
##Go ahead, 51.## said the dispatcher's voice. It was the very familiar
Lanier on duty for them and for that Cap was eternally grateful. It would make his
only that much easier.
"L.A. we need a patch over to Rampart Hospital on a personal medical call
to the emergency desk. This is not a still alarm. Can you put us through?" Cap
##Stand by, 51.##
A few seconds later, the phone rang on the table. Cap picked it up. "Hiya Dix,|
listen, I know you're
puzzling over why I had the fire dispatch connect you to
through this radio. This is why. Bonnie's
pregnant. Not only is she pregnant,
she's very pregnant and having extreme difficulty giving birth.
......I know this
sounds crazy but none of us even knew she was expecting.. Can you help out
Amazingly, Dixie could. And soon she outlined her plan. ##I'm off duty in five minutes.
Mike Morton is, too. I'll swing him by with a full animal OB kit from the lab. Captain,
keep her on
her left side. That much I know about dogs. It'll take the pressure off
her heart and lungs if you
do at least that. She should stop panting. At least that
worked when my dog was having her puppies
last year. Try that and we'll be over
in fifteen minutes. Keep trying to reach an on-call vet, too.
Morton was only a vet
candidate when he gave it up to intern here. He might not be able to do much
for her on his own. ##
"Will do, Dix. Thanks for the suggestion and the aid. I'll have the boys
rear garage door open for ya." And Cap closed the connection on the radio mic.
even have to jerk his thumb to get Marco to crack open the station.
"Gage, Dix says to put her onto
her left side. She's coming with Morton."
Roy got busy with a stethoscope. "Don't know if knowing
this'll matter but
I'll try to pinpoint how many heartbeats there are. Johnny, you said three puppies?"
"Yeah, the stuck one's stopped moving a few seconds ago. Stoker, turn that liter
flow a little
higher would ya?" Johnny said. "Maybe it's just keeping still
to protect itself. Better safe than
Cap stood back and said, "I'll get water boiling."
Chet looked up with an worried
expression. "What for?"
"Don't know, they do that in the movies, don't they?" Hank said.
could use it for clean up later.." Gage shrugged as he shifted a limp
and moaning Bonnie onto her
back and to the proper side.
Her gasping eased off just a bit. And the first obvious contraction
that the gang
could see twisted her body in waves. Bonnie gave a pitiful shriek, trying to
it. "Easy girl.. that's ok.. You're doing fine, we're just trying to help ya."
soothed Chet, as he
stroked her head. "Are you seeing anything?" he asked
Gage looked. "No, not so much as
a single foot." he admitted.
"That can't be good.." Kelly said.
"This whole situation's
not good, Chet. Do you know how hard it's gonna be to
find a vet to treat her on a weekend?!" Johnny
said rubbing his face in utter
frustration. He still had one bare foot getting cold on the tiles.
"Could get even harder if we get another run to go on." said Cap seriously.
why Dixie and Morton agreed to head over here." Johnny
nodded. "Roy, what do you think? I.V. with
saline? Or Ringer's? We could keep
"Make it saline. I don't know what a dog's electrolyte
hemostasis level is..."
"250 of normal saline. Ah,.. there's a cephalic vein
right here. Chet, can you
shave her leg bare using your razor. She'll hate the sound but we'll hold
"My razor? Why are we using my r-- I'll be right back." he amended after he
a glare from everyone else.
Cap issued another order. "Marco, take over for Stoker. Mike, go make
all the food's off the stove. And see if you can call around for a nearby vet.
animal control to take her there if we have to."
"Isn't Les and Dave in our area today?" Chet
"Yeah. Yeah! I think so. I think they have all the city pound duty
assigned for our
neighborhood." Gage said, looking up from
Roy smiled, "Then there's our standby
"Great idea, Kelly. That's using your noggin. Mike, why don't |
we call em sooner rather than
later." said Cap to Stoker.
Stoker left the room at a run.
Roy frowned and took the stethoscope
out of his ears. "There's
not much more we can do until everyone gets here. That
heartrate's sinking fast. And Bonnie's is rising."
Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 10:13:23
Subject: The Other Rescue Squad..
Across town, towards
the heart of L.A., the phone rang on the desk
of Sandy, at the Animal Shelter. "L.A. County Pound.
office..." she stated after picking it up.
##Hey, Sandy. How's my favorite dispatcher
doing?## said a deep
saxophony voice into the receiver.
"Dave Gordon, don't tell me you're
bored already. You and Les
just got to Carson City on patrol half an hour ago.." she said with
hands on her hips. Then her face blossomed into an eager smile.
"So tell me, how do you guys like
the new truck? It's not everyday the
state commissioner commissions one for us. And not everyday
we put one into service for the first time."
For fun, Dave hit the speaker phone button
on their brand new white
and green squad's radio panel so Les could hear the whole
## We're liking it real fine.## Gordon said, flashing white teeth
from his ebony face in the sun
at his tanned blonde haired partner
sitting next to him. ##You know, maybe we should scrounge up
another tiger like the one we rounded up for the fire department
at that meat market last year.
Seems the publicity has done
us nothing but good. Just look at our new wheels, man.## he said
his palms up in celebration.
Sandy was a firm counter to his jubilation.
"Don't push your luck,
Dave. You're forgetting the fines we almost
got for conducting surgery over the radio for the baby
that same fire station rescue squad pair brought in to that
##We brought William in, Sandy, remember? Those paramedics had
done everything they could for him,
even over the ire of their medical
director. I know. I watched them use their defibrillator to get
a heart reading.
So if you want to blame someone for that stunt. Blame us. They were
innocent of the crime.## spouted Les.
Dave agreed wholeheartedly. "Yeah, How could we have refused
handicapped little girl in need? Those paramedics sure couldn't.##
Sandy softened, even
audibly, over the airwaves. "That was one
expense the Doc was happy to pay, eagerly. He compensated
Kel Brackett for the anesthesia and medical supplies we used up in
William the goat's care."
Les's face melted into genuine dismay. ##You never told us that. Why that
inhuman human doctor! Didn't
he understand the meaning of the word
humanitarian back then?##
"Les. Les..." chided Sandy. "Now before you go charging off to Rampart|
to confront that heart surgeon,
let me let you in on a little secret. Dr. Brackett
had to account for the missing supplies somehow
for insurance purposes, or
it would've meant his license if it was ever found out that he used them
an unauthorized surgery, kapeesh? I know that hospital administrator they
have upstairs on
the ninth floor, and he's a real task master! Kel put his job
on the line or at the very least, his
reputation, I'll have you know!"
That quieted down the passionate flaxen haired animal control
##Oh. Well that's different, then.##
"Thought you might think that." said the vet
office secretary. "Now, what's
on the agenda for today?"
##Not much.## said Les Taylor. ##We
just completed our first rescue call.##
"Would that have been one of the mewling kind?"
We didn't have to rescue any kittens from any attic today. Not yet,
anyway. We had to relocate a
gila monster from a public swimming pool
back to the foothills before he bit someone.## said the African
"Now that's exciting! Makes me wish I could join you sometime. But," Sandy
"..someone's gotta man the phone calls. I can't see any of you guys
or the Doc, as having enough
patience to sit through some of the more irritating
##For all your years of passionate
service and dedication, our hats are off to
you, Sandy. ## said Les, smiling widely in mock exaggeration.
"They always are when you're patrolling, fellas! But,..thanks for the tribute. I'll
keep you posted
if anything really good comes in today. The Doc should be
in by three."
##You do that, 240-Sierra,
out.## said Gordon, thumbing off the microphone
connecting them to the animal shelter.
grinned at Dave as he rounded the turn leading into the industrial section
of Carson City by the Arco
refinery plant. "Well, another day, another dollar,
"Yeah, but in such luxury? Feel
that blissfully cool air conditioning!" said Gordon.
"Believe me, I am. I wonder if the fire boys
have that ability in any of their trucks..."
said Les as he saw that they were driving by a fire
station on their left. He couldn't
read the number on it but he recognized it as being one of their
"Nah, they're probably used to the heat from working all those fires, man." said
"Skin tough as nails, remember?"
"Yeah, you're probably right." said Les, looking away from the
receding behind them.
Mike Stoker set down the receiver after getting just rings at six animal hospitals
that were near
by the station. He decided to ignore proximity and time factors
and abandoned the phone book. Instead,
he dialed the Los Angeles County
Animal Shelter and he finally got a pleasant sounding woman named
as his last resort. After all, it had been Cap's orders to call in a team from there
nothing else worked.
Mike reiterated his situation.
Sandy spoke carefully. "A Yorkshire
Terrier in advanced labor? I'll let them
know. I've got a med vet truck patrolling very close to
you. Expect their ETA
in just minutes.."
"Tell them to come into the yard in the back. The
door's open.." said Stoker.
"I will. Station 51, right?"
for them. They're driving a white and green truck fitted with
"Like a hawk."
"Oh, there's one thing you should know, mister. Our vet won't be in
until three. He's attending
a veterinary conference in Anaheim and
won't get back until then."
"That's okay. We've got
a doctor of our own with some vet experience on the way.
He'll be handling Bonnie long enough to make
sure it isn't dangerous to move
her. And a nurse, too."
"That wouldn't be a Rampart physician
and one of his top ER nurses coming
over, would it?"
"Why, yes.. How did you know?"
just say I've experienced some of the compassion that particular hospital
staff seems to hand out
by the ton indirectly and let's leave it at that. It's nice to
know that Kel Brackett rubs off on
his juniors occasionally when not rubbing them
the wrong way."
"You haven't met Mike Morton,
then. He's still a little rough on the edges."
"Nothing. Never mind. " said Stoker.
A shouting from the bunk room got his
attention. "Sandy, I've got to go. Something's happening.."
"Sure. I'm hanging up right now. I'll have the treatment bed waiting for
Bonnie and any of her
puppies A.S.A.P once all this sorts itself out ! "
Mike left the kitchen at a
run for the bunkroom.
He skidded to a halt when he spotted a street clothed Dr. Morton and |
Dixie rushing into the garage
from the backyard searching around the Ward
LaFrance for the rest of the gang. "She's on a bunk in
there!" he shouted.
Then the phone rang again. This time, on the wall by the large county map.
Stoker jogged over to answer it.
##240-Sierra. 240-Sierra. Come in.##
"Go ahead, Shelter Base.." said Les Taylor, picking up
"More business already? That was fast.." said Dave Gordon.
Sandy's voice returned to give them the call assignment. ##19 over to Station
51 at ...2049 E.
223rd Street just east of Wilmington. They've a b*tch in
severe birthing difficulty. She might be
a small dog C-section for the Doc.##
Les startled. "Hey, didn't we just pass them? They're three
blocks behind us."
Dave gripped the wheel. "Hang on.." and he flicked on the lights and tapped
horn as he did a u-wee in the avenue. Dave took over the microphone so his partner
"Ok, Sandy. We got it. We'll bring in the vet box with us."
##Good going. Let me know updates
when you know them, okay? You know how
I feel about new puppy calls. They've got some human doctor
and nurse arriving,
too. So be nice.##
"We will. 240-Sierra out." Dave replied and he hung
up the receiver onto its spigot.
"Man, speak of the devil. We were just talking about firefighters."
"Try not to get too weirded out over it, partner. Relax and try to remember that
we are all working for the same goal. We both save lives when we can."
"I know. I know. But what
two departments are farther apart than we are under
the county's jurisdiction? Still feels awkward
when we get together. I feel
a bond better with a cop than I do a firefighter." Taylor frowned.
"That's just you. To me, we are all on the same team. Here we go......" said Dave
as the animal squad
straightened out to turn into the fire station's side drive.
Date: Tue, 19
Jul 2005 15:00:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Sam Iam" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject: Reaching Out..
Mike Stoker picked up the phone receiver. "L.A. County Fire
Department, this is fireman
engineer Mike Stoker speaking..."
The person on the other end of the line never started talking.
But Mike heard the sound of an open line, and some soft
brassy wind chimes moving faintly in the
male canary was singing joyfully over it.
"Hello?" Mike said again more loudly.
"Is this a wrong number?"
Thinking that one of Marco's family was calling to chat, but was
aback by getting another english speaking firefighter,
he repeated the question in broken, halting
The phone clicked dead a few seconds later and the dial tone
buzzed harshly in his
ear. "Huh..." he shrugged, hanging up the
Glancing up, Stoker returned to the
bunkroom detouring only
long enough to grab a stack of folded bathroom towels from
the locker room.
The scramble around Johnny's bed,
and Bonnie, was noisy.
Dr. Morton and Dixie were already in vet gloves that Les
and Dave had
given them eagerly.
"Just how do you check a blood pressure on a dog?" Johnny
a utility torch down on Bonnie's tail end, so Dr. Morton
could see what he was doing in his exam.
"Doc, I got the I.V. in and taped the line up around her leg so she
can't pull it out..." supplied
Roy at the same time. "Set it at
the drip you want.."
Les and Dave piped up even before DeSoto
finished his thought.
"Doctor, do you want us to transport her to the shelter? Our V.M.'s
in yet. Coolidge comes at three." said Dave.
"Dave, she's breathing awfully fast, I think that
it's already too late to
transport." said Les. "Just look at how close those contractions
It must be less than ten seconds in between each one."
Dixie placed soft hands on either side
of Bonnie's panting face
and crooned. "There, girl. Easy. We'll find out what's wrong.
Stay. It's ok to be scared. I would be, too, if I had three
babies one sixth my body size working
their way out of me."
Morton surfed calmly through all the chatter. "Everybody pipe down.
Roy. Don't need one, Johnny. No, Dave, it's too late to move
her. I see that, too, Les. That's right,
Dix, distract her. There's a problem
"What did you find?" Johnny asked quietly, all professional.|
"She's pushing out two puppies at
the same time..." Carefully, he lifted
her tail at the height of a contraction and they all could
pair of birthing sac bulges peeking out briefly before they slipped back
inside of her.
"Probably a leg and a snout.." Morton said, palpating
the area gingerly. "What kind of heart sounds
did you get?"
Roy answered, passing off the stethoscope to Morton as soon as
that it was still framing his neck. "I don't know what
normal is on a dog. But Bonnie's heart rate
is much faster than it was
just a few minutes ago and one of the puppy's sounds slow and
Closeby, Cap leaned into Stoker. "Who was on the phone?"
"Don't know, Cap. I got a hangup before
I could find out anything."
Hank sighed. "Figures. Why don't people have the common courtesy
to apologize when they do that?"
"Because of some embarrassment?" Stoker suggested.
in the very young or very very old. I think that people are just
getting sloppy nowadays and get
rude without meaning to."
Mike mumbled to himself with a half smirk. "That was the nicest rude
canary I've ever heard..."
"Nothing, Cap. Just thinking to myself."
fell to listening to the huddle around Bonnie again.
"Marco, tip her head back a little more. Dixie, let's slide her to
the middle of the bed." ordered
"Got it.." said Dixie.
Morton frowned. "I'm a bit out of my element here. It's
been years since
I worked in a vet clinic. And even then, I was just a technician."
you help her out?" asked Chet.
Mike pulled his hands away from Bonnie's heaving stomach
started to examine Bonnie's eyes with the penlight that he had deftly
snatched out of Gage's shirt
pocket. "I'll do the best I can, but I
can't guarantee anything boys. She's in a real bad way.. I
he amended. "She's not yet shocky but I don't want to risk a Cesarean
section under these
unsterile conditions. The resulting infection would
only kill her later on."
Marco moved the
oxygen mask closer to Bonnie's mouth and nose on
the pillow case. "Poor girl. I know it hurts. Hang
on.. The doc's gonna
figure out something.."
Mike Morton shot him a sharp look, feeling uncomfortable
confidence the others were giving him to solve the situation. Then his
into resolve. "Dixie, your hands are smaller. I want
you to do this next part. I'm going to try to
turn these pups in utero.
I want you to hold back this one's head in the birth canal while I twist
this second one's hind paws right out of her. It may return the endangered one's
flow to normal before his heart stops completely.
Then I'll figure out how I'm going to free the first
Fellas, I'm not going to rupture either placenta at all until we've got just
puppy into position. We need the cushioning in there to safeguard
the third still waiting inside.
If these suddenly burst, all the cords will start
shunting blood into all the puppies. And that may
bloat them too big to
pass through Bonnie's pelvic arch. Each sac is supposed to break
its attached pup's nose and head is pushed outside into the
Hank blathered. "W-What ever
you say, doc. You're the expert."
"Far from.. I'm on one hundred percent guessing ground territory
Don't get your hopes up.." Mike grunted. "I'm afraid this dog might still
die before we're
through if things don't start moving along a little faster."
Dixie smiled quickly to soften Mike's
bluntness. "We'll do everything
we can to save her guys to the best of our abilities. I promise."
kissing Bonnie's nose affectionately.
The gang was still uncomfortable. So were
Les Taylor and Dave Gordon.
"I hate getting calls like this. D*mned if you do, d*mned if you don't.
none too fun for the pups."
"Got any sage advise for me?" Morton asked the two shelter officers|
start praying." said Les.
Dave, was more thoughtful. He rubbed his chin. "I remember one time
when the doc had a mother straining like she is with some large pups."
"Oh, yeah..?" Mike said,
still working feverishly with Dixie to unknot the
two glistening twin bulges peeking out under Bonnie's
"What did he do to help her?"
"He got her warmed up. To relax the worst contractions
long enough for
him to right the pups positioning to normal. Worked better than any drug
seen.." said the sweating African American man.
Gage flew into action. "Roy, how about a burn
pack from the squad.
We can fill it with hot towels straight out of the shower.."
a plan.." said DeSoto.
"Here." said Mike Stoker, passing off his stack to the two paramedics
rushed to soak them. He handed them a plastic wrapped yellow
bundle as well. "No need to run for this.
I already got a burn pack. I
thought we'd be needing it for a stretcher."
Right then, the
tones went off..
"Oh noo.." Chet fretted angrily. "Not now.."
##Station 51, unknown type
rescue. At the high school. 1701 Western
Ave. 1701 Western Ave. Cross street Lincoln. Time out 0940.##
Hank Stanley fumbled with the bunkroom radio mic until he got
a good grip on it. "Uh,, 10-4, L.A..
Station 51 is responding, KMG 365."
Gage reluctantly tossed the towel bundle to the two animal
officers. "Les, Dave.. could you?"
"We're on it. The showers are where?"
the gang told them eagerly and nervously, talking over each
Dave held up his hands. "I got it. We'll radio on Tach Two with news |
when we can. The doc here can
fill us in as soon as he's able to."
"Appreciate it.." Hank said as he and the others ambivalently
for the fire vehicles. They shoved into one another like a comedy act
pulling themselves together emotionally and physically
for the run.
Soon, the county animal
team and Rampart's team were left alone
to deal with Bonnie's ineffective labor.
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Date: Fri Jul 22, 2005 1:42 am
Subject: The Story
As the Engine and Squad sped out the door, Morton
placed the warmed
towels around Bonnie to help her get
warmed up after Dave returned with them from the
Back at the shelter, Sandy's phone
rang and she
answered it "L.A. County Animal Shelter, can I help
"Sandy, it's me,
Doc Coolidge, calling in to check my
messages. Anything important?"
"No. No calls. But Dave
and Les are on a call at L.A.
County F.D. Station 51, for their female Yorkshire
in labor and having a difficult
delivery. I understand Rampart also has a doctor and
nurse on scene
also." Sandy replied.
"Oh, great! And I'm still three hours away by vehicle.
Do you have a
phone number to reach them at ? Maybe
I can call them and help by phone." Doc Coolidge
"Sure it's (310) 830-3170." Sandy told him <--- <yes. That's the real phone #. ETL Hosts>
passed the number from her directory.
"Thanks." as he hangs up his phone, then places a call
to the station.
Meanwhile, at Rampart General Hospital, Doctor Brackett
asks Dr. Early if he has seen either Dr.
Mike Morton or
"No Kel, sorry." Dr. Early replied as Dr. Brackett
walked away searching
for his missing nurse and
From : Cassidy Meyers <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent : Monday, July 25, 2005 4:35 AM
Subject : Eye to eye...
Kel made his way over
to the nurse's desk in emergency in
a last ditch effort to find his head nurse and youngest resident
doctor. He saw Carol's retreating back as she guided a father
carrying his son with a pillow
cocooned broken arm into treatment
room five and trailed by Joe so he squashed the plan to ask
Frowning, he turned to Sharon Walters, the large dark eyed
lip gloss oiled
brunette in a blue nursing student smock, working
on resupplying the drug cabinet behind the main
"Miss Walters, have you seen either Dixie or Mike in the last half
doctor." she replied. "They both had their coats on and both
said that they had an urgent errand
to run. They told me to give you the
Greggerson chart that they finished up together for you." And
Sharon handed Doctor Brackett a steel chart holder opened to the
prescription ordering page along
with the blue pen that she had been
chewing on thoughtfully while she worked.
took the lip gloss smothered, tooth dented pen politely
after only a short, half smiling hesitation.
"Thanks. I WAS looking to add a
med to this. How'd you know?" he asked changing the subject to get
his mind off the masticated pen.
Sharon shrugged. "I saw that Mrs. Greggerson's w.b.c. count
enough to get an antibiotic order since that wasn't started by the paramedics
her in. Then I saw that your name was on the base
station log as having dealt with their call.. The
rest was pretty
easy to figure out."
Brackett gave her a rueful grin. "That's Dixie rubbing
off on you,..
all over." Then he threw back his head and laughed. "Sharon, you're
the epitome of efficiency around here. " he quipped.
"Thank you, Dr. Brackett. I have a good
mentor in Miss McCall.
Second only to you."
Brackett was good enough to blush with the compliment.
But then he frowned again. "I wonder why Dix and Dr. Morton left so
soon.. Their ER rotation
doesn't end until six o'clock this evening."
Sharon just blinked her shy, mascara heavy eyes
"It's Thursday already, Dr. Brackett. Doesn't time fly when you've
been having fun working
Dr. Brackett looked as if a sudden realization leaped up
and bit him in the pants
and he sighed expansively in unpleasant
discovery."Oh,.... it's ......Really?"
on apologetically nodding her head yes.
"Today makes it their payday "friday." And on fridays, both
and Dr. Morton get off by nine fifteen in the morning for their..."
weekends. That's right. I still feel like it's Wednesday.
Did I ever tell you how much I hate the
Sharon batted her eyes with a shiny smile. "Frequently, doctor."
"About as much as you used to yell at me for making a mistake."
let me compliment you again on your foresight to start offsetting
that past negative balance..."
Kel grinned, hefting the patient chart
for which he had been looking so intently. "I can be an ogre
"...that's what helps shape unconfident students into confident nurses.."
she echoed along with him and she started laughing. "I know. Dixie says
that's one of your personal
mantras that you'll never sway from in practice.
Brackett mantra number thirty seven."
seven?!" Kel said starting to boil with a lit wick. "I know Dixie likes to
psycho analyze me to death,
but spreading around what she discovers
about me on you nurses is ...is...taking things a little
too far into personal
"Please don't yell,
I think the people over there in the waiting room can
hear you..." Sharon said, without ruffling.
"Besides, it's all been for a good
Fuming, Brackett just turned redder the
more he tried to whisper angrily.
"Oh yeah?! Well how do you figure that?"
hasn't been a student nurse quitting because of one of your famous
tantrums in over three months.."
she said honestly. "Because Dixie's deflated the
fear in practically everyone in my nursing class
by continually reciting these
B mantras she attributes to you to each of them over coffee. Including
Kel was struck speechless. He just handed back the order scribbled chart he had
finished penning without a word, gummed the air a few times, and walked away
with all the dignity
he could muster, until he reached his office across the hall.
::I'm gonna have a long talk with my
supposed head nurse. I can't believe she's made
good on her threat to make things go softer on all
the nurses during training. If she keeps
that up, pretty soon they'll all start questioning doctor's
orders as soon as they get them
for thinking that they know it all fresh out of nursing school!::
he thought vehemently.
Soon, he had the hospital operator spill the beans on the latest base
that Dixie had last recorded in an attempt to find out where she had gone.
told about the land line call from Station 51. Soon, he was on his
own landline to her, directly.
"Dixie..Come on now! Spreading ANY kind of rumor or grapevine about
me is just short of insubordination
in my book and you know it.."
##Uh huh! Brackett mantra number nineteen, DOCTOR. And I don't
care what you think about what effect MY nurse training methods are
having. I never tell you
how to do heart surgery!##
"Touche, Dix." Kel just had to smile at her verbal ire even through
own stung ego."Thirty seven, Sharon said... I have that many?"
##No, Kel. You have thirteen MORE. Just call them the fifty deadly vices of Kelly |
Brackett and be
done with it. I had my reasons. And I have an even bigger one to
hang up on you because Bonnie's
about to become a mother in just about five minutes.
And I'm not there to help Mike out with her
because I'm tied up on the phone ..
arguing....with you! We'll talk about this on Saturday when
I'm not busy doing
something that's really none of your concern right now that's on my own personal
Dr. Brackett's ears stung with the reverberation. "Oh, for Pete's
Who the h*ll is Bonnie?!" he said, hanging up the phone grumpily. He pegged
a guess in
the wrong direction about that name and his little reputation problem.
"Next thing you know, they'll
be hiring female firefighters to go along with the
female paramedics already filing through! It's
gonna be ..pure matriarchy
for sure. Between them and all my nurses! And a living h*ll for every
who'll ever hope to train with me at Rampart for the next decade!"
Kel drowned out
his sorrows in a cold bottle of spring water from his office
frig and tried very hard not to think
about the word ...'mantra.'
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