What's A Dedicated Captain Like You Doing..
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Hank Stanley began to smile as he|
made his way back to his car in the
newly gathering, tender
Something deep inside of him that
had been coiled tightly for so long,
Hank's relief was so profound,
that it drew healing tears to his eyes
that ran unchecked, down
Cap's heart, was now finally, at peace.
Hank Stanley drove back to his station
to a future that he now knew with absolute
certainty as still belonging to him in every
of the word.
Behind, in the darkness, a wrinkle
on the hat Cap had repaired, smoothed
out in the moonlit wind, until it was
inspection perfect, as if by an invisible
hand from Chief
As if in agreement, a distant L.A. county
siren answering a tones out call,
through the peacefully sleeping cemetery,
like a lullaby.
A warm voice broke Johnny out of his reverie.
"Roy? Johnny? What a pleasant surprise!" beamed
Hank as he turned from the stove where he was basting
garlic bread and stirring a pot of his trademark
chowder. "Don't tell me. You're here for the minutes."
"Fraid so. Sorry we're late." DeSoto
said, taking off his white
hat. "We ran into a little excitement at Rampart running
a mock code
in with two trainees."
"Oh?" said Cap, scratching his thick white bushy sideburns.
"Brackett fell sick, but he's gonna be okay. We were there
to bail him out of it in time. Something
that's easily treatable."
Gage replied, mindful of keeping confidential details.
to hear. How's Dixie these days? I never hear
her over the biocom anymore on medical calls."
been bumped upstairs. Unit Coordinator." Roy offered.
"And she's getting a new name soon." Gage simpered in|
amusement, not minding the breaking of that
Hank's mouth fell into shock. "No,.. really? Tying the knot with Kel
Well, I'll be d*mn*d. Can't say they aren't a good match for
each other. We have been wondering about
those two for years now.
Coffee?" he offered, hefting up the always ready pot on the third
in front of him.
"Please.." said both, helping themselves to their old mugs that
inside the cupboard. Johnny wasn't beneath standing
to one side as he opened the door.
guffawed at that old habit. "No water cans. That old Chet tradition,
I forbid to every new guy that
comes to the station. Eventually, I'll snuff
out the tendency."
"Do you really want to?" DeSoto
"Yeah, I'm getting old enough to get nailed by those boobytraps whenever
I suffer a
brain fart." Stanley admitted, as he pushed up reading glasses
onto his nose.
up. "Who's still here?"
"Just about everybody. But the chores come first." Hank said, holding
up an admonishing finger out of habit. "Oh, uh... that's right.
I can't do that to you guys any more.
We're all the same rank."
Gage and DeSoto just chuckled at the Cap inspired warning.
worry. We won't disturb 'em until they're done." Johnny
promised. His eyes cast over to the leather
the windows. His face fell when he realized the shiny cushions
weren't dimpled with
a dog sized impression any more. "Cap,
uh.. Where's Henry?"
"Back home." Stanley laughed, brandishing
a dripping ladle.
"His real owner came to claim him sometime last year. And
you'll never guess
who that was..."
"Oh?" asked Roy, sipping his black coffee.
"Doc Coolidge came in one day
to warm up a bit in between
animal control calls and stopped dead in his tracks when he spied
Henry on the cushions, wagging his tail at him." Hank said. "Coolidge
opened his mouth in total shock
and he said, 'I've wondered where he ran
off to. We guessed the meat store tiger recovering at the
most likely scared him off.' " Cap relayed.
Gage started laughing from under his
white hat's brim and almost
choked on his full mouthful of Folder's. "So Henry's been on the lam
years from Coolidge? Gotta hand it to him, a firehouse makes a great hiding
man. Did we have good times with Henry..." he said fondly,
"And not so good ones. I'll never forget the time Henry was caught in|
that field fire.." Stanley
Memory stirred in all three of them instantly...
From: "patti keiper" <email@example.com>
Date: Thu Aug 26, 2004 4:11 pm
(From Episode Thirteen, The White Engine)
Chet was peeling his air mask off,
carrying Gage's unused medical
gear to put it away, when his foot struck a heavy warm body.
was Henry, lying completely still, covered in dark soot.
Kelly got on his radio immediately.
"Cap, Gage! On the double!
I found Henry! He's down! Bottom of the hill along the stokes line."
Chet lifted up a leg and felt the dog's stomach for signs of
movement and found only a weak rocking
as Henry tried to breathe.
Reaching down into the dog's mouth, Chet hooked Henry's tongue
with a gloved finger until he got it hanging out between his teeth.
Henry whimpered, choking
on mucous. But then he woke up.
"Easy, boy. It's ok, I'm right here." Chet whispered, kneeling
by Henry's face. "Stay down, boy. Stay still." he said, holding
Henry's singed muzzle. Kelly glanced
down and saw Stevie's inhaler
next to Henry's shivering front paws. "You found this boy? Good dog.
I'll be sure Johnny and Roy get it just as soon as you're squared away
tried to wag his tail.
Chet took off his coat and covered up the nearly smoke suffocated
mascot. "It's ok. You're gonna be fine, Henry.."
Johnny Gage and Cap pounded down the hill along
rope with the O2 apparatus held between them for leverage.
Kelly shouted. "Over
Johnny knelt quickly, taking Henry's muzzle between his hands
in a precautionary move
to protect himself from a bite.
"Did he fall?"
"I don't think so. Man, he went back for those
sobbed, "..and this.." he said, holding out the little boy's
tooth indented inhaler.
Gage ran careful hands over Henry's coat, looking for
liquid. "He's not burned at all. I think
that smell is just his
hair. Cap, you got him?"
"Yeah." Hank said gently, taking over the hold
on Henry's head.
Kelly said. "He wasn't breathing too well when I got here. Tongue|
was in the way."
"Johnny.... think we can move him?"
"Yeah.. I'm not a vet, but he's not tensing up anywhere with
touching him like this. I think he's ok trauma wise. Sounds like
his only problem is the smoke
he took in. I think you can let go,
Hank did so, exchanging his hands grip for a valve
mask on high
flow over Henry's muzzle. He looked up. "Kelly, Roy's ready to
transport the boy.
Go drive him in."
"But Cap.. I wanna stay with H--"
"That wasn't a request, Chet. Johnny
and I'll handle Henry
and the little girl. Now, go.." Cap said, tossing Kelly
the medicated inhaler
Henry had carried.
Captain Stone came running down the hill with a short board,
passing Kelly going the other way. "I heard. Is he ok?"
"He will be if we can get some good
air in him and
warm him up some." Gage admitted with a grin.
"We'll take him to the V-E-T-S once
we have that done.
Thanks for the doggy stretcher.." he smiled, taking
the kendrick board from
The three firemen slid Henry onto the board and strapped him
in for the trip up the
hill. Cap followed keeping the O2 mask
nearby for Henry to use while he slowly woke up.
the top, Becky met them, sitting next to Mike Stoker.
"There he is! Our superhero dog! Is he ok?"
as they set
him on the ground, freed him off the board, and wrapped
him up in thermal sheets for
"He'll be just fine, little miss. Although right now, I'm afraid
he's got the
same problem you do." Johnny said. "You both've
more smoke than air in your lungs then what's actually
ya so before we get to see a doctor and the vets, you both
are gonna clean some of that
bad stuff out of there, ok.?"
"Ok.." agreed Becky, brushing the hair away from her face
the nasal cannula she was wearing.
Cap held Henry personally in his lap when Captain Stone
to take over the clean up detail on the house.
"Stoker, we'll give them five on this O2 and then we'll
them in with the engine. We'll relay the girls vitals via radio
patch. Marco, get us set to
On the trip in, Henry suddenly went limp two minutes
away from Rampart.
Marco tried to
keep the commotion up front in the cab away
from Becky's notice as his crewmates hustled to help
"Are we almost there yet?" she asked Lopez.
Marco was watching what Cap and Johnny
with Henry so closely, that he almost didn't hear her. "Hmm? Oh.
We've a block to go.
We'll be pulling up to the ambulance
entrance. Can you see that door yet?" he asked the child.
Becky plastered her eyes and nose and cannula against
the glass, peering out. "Not yet.."
thought. ::Please Henry. Don't be dead. Not yet.::
Roy was hanging around Dixie's desk when Lopez and
Stoker appeared around the corner with a devastated
on their faces.
Chet Kelly ran over to them instantly.
out cold. Happened a minute ago. It's something past the
smoke inhalation. Cap's with him now."
"Where's Johnny?" Roy asked quietly.
"He's with his patient in room three. You know he
leave a victim until a doc gets there."
"Show me. Maybe I can do something.." DeSoto said.
Dixie, at her desk, overheard them. She followed the sooty
firemen to the emergency entrance doors
into the driveway beyond.
Her heart just about broke when she saw Captain Stanley
trying to ventilate the limp basset hound stretched out
on an empty gurney with a mask two sizes
She snatched up a pediatric sized resuscitation kit from a |
crash cart and tossed it to Roy. "Roy!
I'll make a few phone calls!
The doc at the animal shelter still has a link set up tied to our base
"Through the HT this time? That'll work." DeSoto nodded and
he threw his handy
talkie on the bed, tearing open the airway adjunct
bag as the doors shut between them.
firemen experimented and a baby ambu with hastily wrapped
bandage tape around Henry's muzzle created
a good enough seal
for them to finally pump in oxygen. Henry's gums began to pink up once more.
Roy could still feel a pulse in the artery at the point inside
Henry's rear thigh. But it was irregular.
"What?" he said
aloud. "That can't be." he sighed, as it thudded erratically against his thumb.
Cap noticed, looking up from Marco who was bagging
Henry carefully. "What's the problem?"
looked scared. "What is it?"
Roy swallowed, "I think Henry might be having a heart attack."
From : Champagne
Sent : Friday, August 27, 2004 7:09 PM
Subject : Fast Times
at Rampart Base : The Dog Day Afternoon
Dixie McCall made the fastest phone call of her
And then she glared the fiercest that she had ever glared
at the back of Kel Brackett's
head. He was just completing an
in house phone call with the new resident assigned to the
base station. ::Boy, I sure wish Joe could've been
here or I wouldn't have found myself in such a
Dr. Brackett finally rubbed the back of his head in sympathetic
He turned to find the source of his chills.
"Oh, no.." he moaned in warning at Dixie who was already
batting her eyes diplomatically. "What are you up to now?
I've lunch in five minutes."
much." Dix demurred. "A single phone call. Just
take it. Here." she said passing over the phone to
meeting his eyes.
Kel took it as if it were a live rattlesnake. "Kel Brackett,
he said into the receiver.
##Doctor Kel Brackett! Land sakes! Am I glad it was
YOU that sweet
young nurse found milling about the place. Now let's get down to
we?## said the voice on the other end of the phone.
Kel buried the red phone line on his shoulder.
"Dix who the h*ll is
this? His voice sounds familiar, but I can't place him."
Coolidge. Don't you remember? Bah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-hhhh."
she said in a fair imitation of a Pygmy African
Kel shuddered as the sound sent chills up and down his arms as
the memory speared
home in recollection. "You didn't.." he warned.
"I thought I told you I'd tender a three day suspension
on anyone on the
staff, including you, who brings the next animal of any kind into my hospital's
Dixie didn't ruffle one iota. "There aren't any animals in here.
break any rules. I followed your stipulations to the letter."
"Henry's not inside,
he's outside on a gurney being barely kept alive by ambu."
Kel Brackett's face scowled into pure
steel and he ground his perfectly
white teeth together. Already, the eggs from breakfast decided to
like stones in his stomach. "Dixie. Now cut it out."
She cleared her throat, tapping her
foot and calmly indicated the live phone
on Kel's neck. Soon, Dr. Brackett's better sense of decorum
among peer level colleagues finally won out over letting loose one of his
"I'll deal with you later.." he promised voicelessly to his
conniving head nurse, who hardly fought
to keep a smile of triumph off of
Kel picked up the chatting phone and said falsely cheerful, "Ah, Doc |
Coolidge. What can I do for
you this fine day?"
Dixie smacked him on the arm for interjecting sarcasm.
Then she rapidly
kicked on the speaker phone to keep Kel at bay with
civility as the conversation included any nearby
overhearing sets of ears.
Dr. Brackett glared again at Dixie but stayed silent verbally when
realized that he had the cardiologist's attention back.
Coolidge gushed his needs. ##We've got
to hurry. Now dogs don't
have myocardial infarcts in the same sense that people do. They simply
live long enough, even with their all meat diets, to build up
the necessary plaques to cause one.
Besides they all have collateral circulation
of the coronary arteries..## he bubbled, ##..which allow
the clots to "go around" an
occlusion that would cause an MI in a human being. No, most likely
basset hound is suffering something congenital brought out
by his sudden exposure to that fire smoke.
Now what have you found,
doctor, vitals wise?##
Kel stabbed down the speaker button until
it clicked off back into phone
mode and he parked it once more onto a muffling shoulder. "Dix, how
much haven't you told him? I'm not going to look at that dog now, later,
next week, or even next year!
I'm a busy man ! And a hungry one who's
over five minutes late for his lunch hour." and he turned
to leave, forgetting
about the phone.
Dixie caught the receiver as it slipped off its precarious
"Kel, This isn't just a dog in need. This is Roy and Johnny's stationhouse
dog. Their beloved
mascot. And he just saved the life of that asthma case
you just saw in Treatment Two. Along with three
other children's lives. Now he
deserves a fighting chance! If you won't treat Henry right this instant,
find Stan the new resident intern and ask him to take over." She slammed
a hand down on the
transfer button which sent the connection from
the animal shelter onto the HT frequency monitor board.
Then she hefted
up a handy talkie reserved for mobile communications meaningfully.
stopped her. "I'm the senior physician here! No one
is going to tell one of my residents to do anything."
"I forbid you to do it, Nurse." he threatened.
Dixie's eyes flamed. "Ok. Shoo!
Go on. Leave now for the cafeteria. I dare you.
Bon appetit. I hope your meal sits well after you're
done cause later
you're gonna hear six full grown firefighters bawl like babies when their favorite
mascot dies for want of decent medical care a hundred feet away from
one of the best cardiologists
this hospital has ever seen!" she hissed.
Kel's face twitched and his rage immediately simmered
to non existence.
He growled and snatched away the live radio from Dixie's hand.
by. I'm going to talk to a paramedic who's been
with the dog right now."
##Roger that, we're
standing by. Both Laura and I.## Barney beamed
through the channel.
Brackett sighed like a
steam engine and bowled over half a dozen slow
staff members as he moodily plowed out the emergency
as fast as his legs could carry him.
Roy DeSoto and the other firefighters stood
shell shocked and rigid
and there was only the sound of the hissing ambu working for Henry
after Kel's stormy appearance. They all froze, locked eye
to eye, in anticipation of Kel Brackett's
The blond paramedic licked dry lips. "Uh, hi doc. I got this Mayfair
all set up. Dix
thought of i--- Uh... Let's see... I assume any care will fall around
pediatric cardiac standards.
I got alligator clips for the EKG monitor since
pads won't work,..a-a-and plenty of defib gel so
a signal can get through
Henry's...thick.....coat hair.." he trailed off as Kel Brackett's face twitched
again as he took in the expressions of all of Station 51's men who were partially
blocking his ambulance
entrance with an obscene white fire engine.
"Dix.. " he finally sputtered. "This is absolutely..
the last time I ever-" he began.
"It sure is.." McCall peeped. "Thanks a bunch."
I got the paddles ready so you can get a quick look for the doc." Roy said.
"He's ventilating well,
doc. No aspirating." said Hank.
"Starting to twitch in his tail even.." piped up Chet.
voice rose in a level above the babble.
"Everybody just... ShhhHHHHH! "
Everybody hushed. Except
for Marco, who was being Henry's lungs. He kept counting.
"Get him inside here. And close the
doors before anybody sees us.
Roy, in with me. And get Gage in here, too, from that treatment room.
Stat." ordered Kel, embarrassed when gawkers saw the patient wasn't a child
needing a fast unload
from the parked ambulance.
"I'll handle that.." said Dixie, dashing back through the automatic
As she sidled past, she landed a wet grateful peck on Brackett's nearest
cheek in gratitude.
"I love you, Kel. Dinner tonight's on me!" she squealed,
slamming the ambulance door in his face after
she clambered out
of the Mayfair.
##Doctor. Speak to me.." commanded Coolidge's voice over the HT.|
"We haven't much time to play with
from what I've heard.## came
the disembodied voice from the speaker.
"I'm here, Doctor Coolidge.
What should I do first?" Kel asked over
Roy stood by with his, as a backup source
##Get me an EKG over the biophone. Now I know it already works,
since you got
one off little William the goat just fine last year.##
Kel's face twitched again
as he remembered his acute embarrassment
over the biophone when Johnny Gage had told him who the patient
during that little fiasco.
Roy's face flushed crimson.
But Doc Coolidge caught none
of the theatrics. ##Now from
right lateral recumbancy, place the monitor clips on elbows
Put the negative on the right arm, the positive on
the left arm and both commons on both legs. Got
"Second nature, Coolidge. Same as a small child's."
##Right you are!## Barney said.
##We'll get him squared away yet.
Now, send me a strip. I have a few theories as to what's ailing
and I need your help to help me rule em out. Oh, and if he loses
that inguinal pulse, have
your defibrillator there set to 200 J's at
the initial, then go to 300, then 360 stacked if necessary
cardiac meds are the same with lidocaine, epi and atropine. Just
use a two year old's dosages
in a Ringer's IV.##
"Roy, got that?" Kel barked.
"Already on it." DeSoto replied. He hefted
his talkie. "Doc.
Ringer's IV? How much to run in on the onset?"
##Best place for a puncture
is the cephalic vein, top of the
foreleg halfway up. 200 mls for starters. I don't know if Henry's
been pulmonarily challenged.##
"His chest is clear." Kel said, listening to the still basset's
##Fine. Fine. All the better.##Barney dabbled over the radio.
your strip showing on your people zapper?##
Brackett's eyes rolled up at the reference. But he dutifully applied|
globs of conductive gel over
Henry's shoulder and haunch and set down
the paddle rims over his body. "I'm reading some wide or
wide or increased amplitude QRS complexes and a few short-coupled
PVC's with frequent
ectopics. Hear them?"
The monitor gave a fluting bell every time the comatose basset's heart
##Umm hm. I'm getting the same thing over here. Doctor Brackett, listen close.
I'm trying to narrow down the field of cardiac problem candidates
for Henry by being certain there's
no chance of these three possibilities:
an atrial tumor, that's hemangiosarcoma to you Dr. Brackett,
imbalance, such as hypokalemia from breathing so poorly during the fire, or a
tumor to get to my original suspicion of arrhythmogenic cardiomyopathy.
That's fairly common in middle
aged males such as Henry.##
"What's that?" Chet said from the ambulance driver peep window.
Coolidge heard. ##It refers to a recurrent or persistent arrhythmia in the setting
of a normal left
ventricular ejection fraction or an irregularity in how Henry's heart
pumps oxygenated blood out
to the rest of his body.##
"Oh, I get it." Marco said as he checked the flow of oxygen to Henry's
ambu tubing from the port in the ambulance's wall.
Cap was hunched as small as he could be at
the foot of the cot where
Henry lay. "Want me to take over, Lopez?"
"Sure, my hand's cramping."
Cap and he traded places at Henry's head.
Kel and Coolidge were oblivious to
anything else around them.
Barney leaned into the radio speaker. ##Doctor, have your paramedic
begin treatment with a bit of nitroglycerin paste under the tongue.
Works wonders without the risks
of Lidocaine. Oh, and have him
wear some obstetrical gloves administering it or he'll drop into
faint when the medication bottoms out his blood pressure.##
"He knows." Kel said grinning.
##Let me know when it's been done. I wanna look at how Henry's EKG
responds.## said Barney the shelter
Everyone held their breaths as Roy shoved in some nitro paste around
a hole in the tape
wrapping Henry's muzzle with a cotton swab.
Everybody jumped when the rear doors flew open and
climbed into an already crowded Mayfair patient's cab. "How's he
"Ruling out trauma specific cardiac injury." said Roy, Cap and Brackett
"Ok. Gimme.." he said to Cap, taking over Henry's airway care.
Hank sat back
down onto his butt, sliding his helmet off onto
his lap and he just watched, biting his lip.
continued his conference with the shelter vet.
"Want a central line in to get a working blood pressure?"
##Nope. Won't help. There's already been some neurohormonal cytokines
activation going on because
of Henry's myocardial failure and continued
limited cardiac output. The EKG's pointing to that.##
"I concur. Just wanted to see if your angle agrees with mine." Brackett agreed.
"How about initiating
some cardioprotection at this stage of the game while
we're waiting for that nitro to kick in."
##Sounds good to me. Get him armored while he's still ticking. I recommend
sotalol as a beta blocker
to control Henry's tachyarrythmias. 10- 20 mg
by mouth every twelve hours...## said Barney.
he's still unresponsive.." Kel reasoned over the radio.
##That's no obstacle...## Coolidge's voice
bubbled. ##We'll use procainamide, in
through his IV, in conjunction with that oral. Have someone
inject half a mil for now.
Slowly. Titrate it gradually after the sotalol's fully dissolved orally.
We're doing so
non push, because that beta blocker is a negative inotropic. Don't want to
Henry to go into sudden death, now do we? He's fought so hard
today to make it to nap time.##
The firemen around Brackett chuckled.
##Don't be shy about giving Henry some taurine, Dr. Brackett.
can sometimes bring on ACM. Especially in dogs of the couch potato
variety as these boys
say Henry is.## Coolidge chuckled.
"I'm on it." Dr. Brackett grinned, injecting the vitamin into
A minute later, all medications were delivered and the alarming
warning of PVC runs faded away.
"I think it's working, doc." Roy said, eyeing the monitor.
beginning to breathe again on his own. Listen."
Brackett did, tapping Henry on the eyelid to see
if he blinked.
He did, slightly. And then he yawned, craving more 02 as
his metabolism sped up.
Johnny removed the rest of the encircling tape and left the oxygen
tube near Henry's nostrils
after he disconnected the ambu bag from it.
"Atta boy. Come back to us." he said, rubbing Henry's
and head briskly. His ministrations rewarded him with a moan
of anxiety as Henry muzzily came
to. He was aware enough to
make a face at the bad tasting medication in his mouth.
live!!" crowed Chet Kelly. "All right! I'll radio Station
Eight's right now and give em the good news.
And I'll tell Stoker
to move Ivory off your door step, doc." The peek door between
The rest of the guys and both doctors celebrated. But Barney didn't for long.
grabbed Brackett's ear once more. ##Now for diagnostics, Dr.
Brackett. We're going to need thoracic
radiographs for his workup...##
"Chest Xrays?" Brackett said warily, knowing that no machine existed
inside the Mayfair.
##Umm hmm and a packed cell volume test.##
"A CBC.." Kel said in affirmation,
using his human terms.
##Yep..and we'll have to get good serum biochemistries to rule out
heart failure, thromboembolism or hidden complications in
Henry's other internal organs. Oh, and
an echocardiogram. I'll have to get
an accurate fix on measuring Henry's true LV ejection fraction
out future impact for a quality of life estimate for your fireboys
after today's little
misadventure. Least I can do for such a valiant
##Oh and we'll need more taurine to add as a nutriceutical into|
some new low salt food for him. If
he's going to be responding
with his crew on fire calls regularly, he'll have to get in tip top shape
to prevent a repeat of this ACM crisis.##
"Doctor Coolidge!" Brackett stated more loudly.
##Yes, my boy?## came Barney's reply.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to draw the line with
treatment only here. My board of directors
will have a hey day if I do anything more. I could be in
trouble if any of them finds out I'm even doing what I'm doing
##Oh, I wasn't
meaning for you to run the tests there..## said Coolidge
on the handy talkie. ##You can transport
Henry here to me so my staff and
I can do it. After all, you're already conveniently inside of an
That was very clever of your ER nurse to think of doing that ahead of
ears began to steam.
"Doc, I know you skipped your lunch in order to help us out. " said Hank.
"Tell you what, you've a very large, very loud, fire engine at your disposal
to scatter any traffic
out of your way going to the shelter and back again.
Please stay and help us with Henry until Coolidge
takes over. Deal?"
And he held out a sooty, grimy hand.
Brackett just stared at it, feeling
very outmaneuvered and outnumbered.
'I'm coming along, too." said Dixie from the peek window.
"I'm the designated driver of this outfit.." she said, wearing street clothes.
"Hang on." and
she flipped on the Mayfair's reds.
"Oh, no you're not." Kel boomed, immediately apologizing to
when Henry sat up in surprise. Henry bolted for Roy's arms while
the others struggled to
keep him from tangling his I.V.
"Oh, yes I can. My shift ended for the day five minutes ago."
McCall stuck her tongue out at her now powerless superior. "So sit down,
buckle in and play
doctor quietly, Kel. The sooner we leave, the sooner
we'll get back."
"You aren't authorized
to drive a Mayfair!"
"Wanna bet? You authorized me as a field training nurse. The state says
can. Hang on.."
And they were off under the vanguard of the white engine. Stoker belligerently
rendered the street clear before them with a healthy chorus of horn blasts and
From: "Roxy Dee" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Wed Sep 1, 2004 3:46 pm
Johnny Gage came whistling into the kitchen area and
helped himself to a hefty
portion of Dale's Everything deep
dish pizza which was Cap's meal offering for his turn at KP
detail. "Must be Thursday afternoon." he said to no
one in particular, "I can set my watch by when
guy come with these."
"Speak for yourself." Roy said, overhearing from his checkers
match with Marco Lopez by the television table. "I'm getting
so good at guessing time of day by activity
that I can guess
the actual minute by that pizza's physical temperature.." he
exactly 2:15 in the afternoon." he sniffed.
Gage huffed in amusement around a food stuffed cheek.
"Huh, don't blame me for the slow week we've had. Blame
dispatch and headquarters. They're so worried
that we'll scuff
up the crown jewel of the fire department that all we've been given
"I wouldn't say Ivory is the crown jewel of the department." said
Stoker from where
he was doing the dishes. "She's more like..
a backup while we're waiting for Ol Red to finish up in
the repair shop."
"Believe what you like. I'm just hoping you guys aren't bored and all
being support O2 and bandaid backups for Roy and I when we
do get out of the station.." he emphasized.
"Thing's balance out, Gage. Give it time. It always does. " Hank
said from where he was working
on a miniature ship in a bottle
model he was working on. "I don't know about you. But I'm enjoying
the light week of duty. I haven't seen a stretch like this since Woodstock
"Well, at least we're getting in some good hobby time." Johnny decided.
suffered a bout of deja vu when he spied Chet
Kelly bent with industry over the same pile of gadetry
that he had been working upon on the day that Ivory the white engine
Being sly, he walked slowly and silent past Kelly so he could
get a good eyeful without being
caught prying his nose into
Chet's self professed secret invention again. Johnny spied
a new device
that looked for all the world like a mini handy talkie
with a large red light attached to its face
and a very long
radio antennae, longer than what the Battalion Chiefs used on
their high powered
HTs at a fire scene.
Barely reining in an unbearable curiosity, Gage sidled away
from the table
to sit by Henry on the couch to check his remote
EKG monitor on the harness he was wearing around
The holster was about to send a cardiac reading to Doc Coolidge
at the animal shelter.
Roy noticed and excused himself from
his game. "I'll be right back, Marco. This'll only take
"Fine by me. I thought it was time for Henry's betablocker pill."
at three. Forty five minutes from now." DeSoto
"Glad you're keeping Henry's rehab
schedule straightened out
in your head. I'm totally confused on what he needs and when still."
complained with a smile.
"It's a paramedic thing, Marco. " said Johnny from
where he was connecting
Henry's canine EKG module to
the new phone they had rigged on the magazine table by
the brown leather
couch. "To keep track of treatments and
med deliveries. It kinda becomes second nature after a while.
Though I'll admit, having Henry as a patient for this long's novel."
Henry looked up and whuffled in excitement as he saw the two|
men moving to fuss over him again and
he rolled over for a belly
rub, making it hard for Roy to connect the phoneline feed to the
"Hey you crazy hound.." Gage said, scrubbing Henry's ears.
"Back onto your belly. Roy's trying
to get you set here."
Chet fixed the problem by tossing Gage Henry's favorite huge
bone without looking up from his busy project building.
He announced its airborne trajectory with
Gage barely caught the bone with which to lure Henry's attention.
Roy said when Johnny only glared back at Chet for
The gray phone next to the couch
rang. It was Barney, the shelter vet.
DeSoto picked it up and set it onto the table while he
in the EKG wire from the readout into the module
wired to the send only phone.
A few minutes
later, the transmission of Henry's nightly cardiac record
completed and Roy hung up the phone receiver
again. "Hope the
doc's happy with Henry's progress. I know I am. He's had no PVCs in four
now. I think he was right with that diagnosis of arrhythmogenic
cardiomyopathy on him. His heart's
no longer acting like an M.I.'s."
Gage disconnected the holster wire from the phone and wrapped
again into its bundle compartment on the side of Henry's EKG monitor
harness. "He's eating
fine, drinking even better. Heck he even went
after a few of Stoker's ball tosses in the yard this
morning, without getting
out of breath even once." he said, playing tug of war with Henry and the
Cap smiled from where he worked. "Of course he is. He's in the best
in the whole county. I wouldn't expect any results
less than perfect from my men on a medical patient
That brought up a question from Chet. "Hey Cap, are we getting billed
at the station for Henry's Mayfair ride to the Animal Shelter last week?"
"Nope. Doc Coolidge
found some dog loving sponsors at a local
school to cover our costs. All it'll take is letting those
kids visit Henry
once he's back on a clean bill of health to get the money." Hank
"Nice. How'd they hear about Henry getting sick?" Marco asked.
"One of the nurses walking by the
ambulance that day saw us working
on resuscitating him out in Rampart's driveway, took up the cause
on her own through friends and relatives. And I believe that new medical
resident you guys tangled
with the day that old woman was burned was
very instrumental in bailing our butts out of Henry's treatment
"He was?" Gage said, surprised. "That's incredible."
"Yeah, Dixie McCall said
that he felt guilty for being so new to
answering calls at the base station that he wanted to make
it up to us
somehow for making us work her airway needs around him without an order."
Stanley related. "Miss McCall called and told me the whole story
last night after we got back from
that seizure call."
"And Brackett ok'd that?" Gage said, incredulously.
"Why not?" Roy
smiled hugely. "Maybe that resident's on probation for
endangering his patient and finding funds for
Henry could've been
Brackett's version of assigned community service as his unofficial
"Yeah? Well what about the official one?" Gage complained, remembering
the risk he took that day
acting as a paramedic first with Brice without
"You know medical residents have immunity
for their first six months working solo. That old woman suffered no
ill effects." Roy reminded his partner.
"For that time, maybe." Gage interjected. "But what about
the next time we
get him on the biophone line?"
Roy shrugged. "We'll just have to repeat our
findings. Twice if we have to,
and...help him out. I've already talked to Brackett about having a
physician standing by next to him when he does take another of
our medical calls. So you
can say that yes, I thought of you at the last
paramedic's meeting, you know, the one you missed for
stay here with Henry on his first night back from the animal shelter."
Gage said appreciatively. "Brice'll sure be a lot happier
with that arrangement."
the kitchen side door rang. Chet Kelly left his work table
to go answer it.
Dixie McCall came
into the station. She was dressed in earthtones
and her hair was down.
All the gang rose to
"Hi Dixie.." Roy said. "What brings you out here?"
"Oh, I wanted to see my
favorite mascot.. that's why.." she crooned,
sitting down next to Henry and smooching his ecstatic
deeply. "How are ya doing, baby?" she asked, holding his head.
Henry's tail thumped loudly on the couch cushions as he ate|
up the attention.
Then Dixie looked
up at Roy and Johnny. "Got copies of Henry's
latest EKG strips handy? Dr. Brackett admitted to me
last week that
he wanted to see how he's coping on Coolidge's rehabilitation plan."
Hank said. "The way he grumbled last week, I didn't
think Dr. Brackett cared a bit about him."
"Stand corrected, Captain Stanley. " Dixie demurred. "Kel's just a big softy
at heart once he's been
proven wrong about a patient. Even if that patient's
cute, fuzzy and has big long floppy ears.." she
said, smooching Henry's
silky head loudly where it nestled on her lap in between her arms. "Oh,
looking a lot better today." she crooned. She leaned over to look
at the table side of the couch.
"And you boys have stopped hoarding the
spare defibrillator down here. Guess his cardiac readings
are checking out?"
"They sure are." Roy said. "We just sent today's reading in
a few minutes
"Well, I've got to go get to work. I only had a few minutes to spare."
"Here." Johnny said, scooping up the paper bag with Henry's old
EKG strips in it. "Give these
to Kel when you see him. We'll pick
them back up again next rescue call."
"I'll do that. Thanks,
fellas." Dixie said, leaving back out the side
door and waving.
"Wow, Dixie came all the way
out here from her apartment to
see Ol Henry?" Gage said.
Chet quipped. "Yeah. Unlike some people
I know, Henry's a real
popular guy for a dog."
"Very funny. "Johnny said, squinting his eyes
Gage, DeSoto and Stanley laughed long and
loud after their sharing of Henry's emergency medical call
"I don't know what got Brackett's goat more, William the
African Pygmy kid with the
patent ductus or Henry's heart attack."
Gage giggled, playing with his white hat resting on the table.
"Is that a pun?" Stanley smiled. "Gee, a bonafide witticism.
And I can't believe my ears that
it actually came from
Johnny Gage." he said, pulling off his glasses. He began
to chew on the
end of them thoughtfully.
Gage sputtered. "Well, I..." he said, confused, not getting it.
Roy rescued him.
"He ages well, Cap. I really know. I've been spending all
morning getting my feelers
out on what his current personality
changes are like. They're all good ones. He's almost mellow
"Cool." Hank said, "Uh, I mean... cold? Do your mugs need
a warm up shot?" he said holding up
the coffee pot as he covered
Johnny and Roy both lifted their cups. Gage was neatly
Hank finally turned off the burners on the stove, placed both bread
and soup into the
warming oven, and sat down into a kitchen chair
in reverse Gage style. "Yeah.. we've been through
a lot, haven't we?"
"Through good times..." Roy reminded him.
"And bad.." Gage said, sipping
Captain Stanley sighed. "Was I really helpful? I mean.. did I really |
inspire you guys to follow
in my tracks like this?" he said, picking
up Gage's captain's hat to smooth out a few wrinkles. He
polishing the gold emblem on its front with the corner of his apron.
"Yeah. You really
did." smiled Roy. "And I still remember the first
time I realized what a great friend you were to
me. It was the
time I had my nervous breakdown.." he said, his voice growing soft
as his expression
From : "Fran Catrair" <email@example.com>
Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] Mudslide
Date : Thu, 19 Dec 2002 02:06:39 -0600
Episode Three- Juxtaposition..)
Johnny wordlessly looked out the window
at the rain coming
down around him. He
glanced at his partner's grim expression
and sighed quietly, looking back
window. He was trying to think what Roy
might be thinking. ::Kids okay...fight with
Joanne?:: he wondered. Well, nothing
he could do about it until after the call.
sirens continued to wail and
Roy's face was almost unreadable. Until
Cap's voice came out over
frequency. ##L.A., This is Engine 51. Is it
known how many casualties might be
"Roy, what's the matter?"
"Hmm?" Roy replied, still listening to the
dispatch and their
captain going over their radio.
The rain came down harder, making
road flood. Roy was forced to slow
down and so did the engine behind them.
"What is it, Roy?"
Johnny asked, more
firmly this time.
Roy sighed and voiced
his long held thoughts.
having a feeling something bad was
going to happen today. Just a feeling.
son was going to the Musuem
of Natural History for a field trip today.
They were to leave immediately
morning." Roy finished, his voice
shaky and tapering slightly.
Johnny was stunned
by the news. "Maybe
it's not their bus, Roy. I mean, how
many schools must be having field
today?", he said, trying to take his
partner's mind off the worst.
Roy said, quietly.
Sam's voice came over the radio. |
#Engine 51...casualties unknown at
this time. CHP is on the
Caps' voice came very fast. ##10-4,
L.A. Our ETA is..... four minutes..##
skidded a little too fast around a
turn and the squad shimmied around
a corner and almost fishtailed
he regained control.
John said. "Want me to drive? We
can radio in to the Engine..
Roy looked firmly at John and shook
his head vehemently. His face screwed
up in concentration, as he willed the
squad to go on. At last, they could
see the scene
in the distance.
The yellow Blue Bird cab was fully on
its side and along the margin. The
end was buried deeply in slag from
the rain soaked hillside.
said. "Roy.. can
you tell. Is it the same bus?"
"I don't know. I don't know...." Roy
Cap's voice filtered firmly into them as
they pulled just behind the rear of the
up so the squad was acting as
a buffering obstacle between the bus
and oncoming traffic.
51. Stay right where you are.
And enter the scene from there. Stoker
pull ahead to the car and
lines. Looks like they're down. L.A. Cut
power to the north side of the freeway
overpass at mile marker seventy four!##
A fierce bolt of lightning shot down from
the dim sky
and the rain came down in torrents
as Johnny and Roy ran out of the squad's
cab for their gear
and extrication equipment.
They ran for the nearest thing they could see,
the back of the bus
and the emergency exit
##10-4, 51.##, dispatch responded.
Johnny and Roy could
see the bus was
rocking slightly. They knew with the rain
coming down and the mud, the bus could
be buried deeper, and rapidly. They
needed to act fast.
"Cap, we're gonna need the K-12..
Looks like the rear hatch is jammed in
here real good!" Roy said. He desperately
wipe away the mud and steam
on the windows, but he could see
nothing of the interior.
began shouting. "Can anybody
hear me?! Fire department!!"
Weak high pitched screams met their
and a bloody palm impacted the window
right by Johnny's face.. ::Oh my G*d.::
Right next to him, Roy flinched.|
Roy was trying to clear away the debris from
the hatch to
place the K-12 when he saw it.
Number 62. He looked at Johnny.
"Number 62. It's his bus."
Finally, Chet and Marco arrived with the
K-12. They observed the tenseness of both
"What's going on?" Chet demanded.
"Ohmyg*d, Johnny..".. Roy gasped.
can't do this.." and he nearly fell to
Gage got on his HT. ##Cap! Stoker.
the double! We need man
power now. Roy's kid is here!##
Chet opened his mouth and closed it,
shocked. He and Marco quickly took
the K-12 to the rear hatch. Both men
had a look of determination
faces. This rescue had become personal.
Captain Stanley ran, slipped and skidded
in the mud until he grabbed the side of
the bus to steady himself. "Gage, take over
triage. Roy, stay out here. And
that's an order!"
Right then, the roar of water from a storm
drain caved in a part of the road underneath
the toppled bus and its side split open like
tin can, spilling a tiny body in a girl's skirt,
onto the road and into the drain in a rush.....
Gage made a leap for the tiny feet but
wasn't fast enough. Cap grabbed him first and
Get a life line first! Now..
We don't know how deep it is in there!"
DeSoto ran for the squad
to get one.
Roy sprinted to the right compartment,
slipping and trying desperately to stay
on his feet. Then he slid back to the back
of the bus, wordlessly thrusting the lifelines at
Cap and Johnny and tying one onto himself.
"Oh no! No!" Roy said, when the feet
just as he grabbed for them.
The tiny body disappeared in a rage of
flooding brown water and
Johnny grabbed Roy's lifeline and secured it, |
proceeding back to the bus area. "Roy,
nothing we can do! Get up! She's
Date: Wed Jan 15, 2003 12:10 am
Subject: The Shell..
was morning, and the day after the school
bus rescue. A-shift slowly made their way into
for coffee after changing into their
Cap was the first one to the steaming coffee
In his hands were the run sheet forms for the
bus's incident. He placed them fanned out in
the middle of the table top and placed the pot
in their center so anyone reaching for it would
to see the forms before getting a cup filled.
Then he retreated to his recliner and the
newspaper folded neatly there by C shift.
He intentionally didn't read the headlines which
the bus crash and the journalist sensationalism
about how many had died in the slide, moving on
to the sports pages.
Johnny Gage rubbed feigned
sleepy eyes and
darted through the kitchen door, jostling with
Chet in a vie for the coffee pot.
grabbed its black handle and Cap said,
"When the fur stops flying over there, eyeball
the papers you're not going to spill that coffee
on.. Take a set and fill them out before lunchtime."
Johnny and Chet's amicable mood evaporated
when they realized it was the bus run's mortality
forms. Gage sighed glumly, "Right Cap, uh, we'll get
right on these.. uh, do the investigators want
"As best you can, Gage. And I know recalling back
isn't going to be pleasant. Just stick
to positional details and what ya found."
Chet sat on
the kitchen table and took a sip
of his coffee, still lost in the sobering feel in the room,
poured Johnny's cup full after his own.
"What's the point of an investigation, Cap? I
guy who hit the bus was DOA."
Cap looked up uncomfortably."Its a suit against
the city in an
action concerning the mudslide..
Negligience on the part of the highway department
for not shoring
up that canyon wall to withstand
"That craziness, Cap. Most of those..kids wer-" and |
Johnny's voice broke as a memory of the little
who was swept away down the storm drain filtered
into his mind. Gage fought the emotion
out of his
voice and continued.. "...most of those poor kids
were gone even before the slide
insisted. "Besides, that rainfall was abnormally high.
Most inches an hour since
the 1920's the Chief said.
There's no cause for such a class action."
"I know that." Cap said.
"But these kids's parents
are grieving and you know how that goes. Any
outlet's a channel for them."
Roy had entered the kitchen quietly, and he
refused the third coffee mug Johnny offered him.
thanks. " he said, sitting on the table next
to Johnny. "Are we going to have to testify about
Hank shrugged diffidently in the negative, "The
Chief, this morning, just
asked about our run
sheets so far. No hearings in sight for any of us yet.
you know as soon as I can about that.."
"Thanks.." Roy said softly.
Marco piped up. "Hey
Roy, how's your boy? Is he
ok? I didn't get to hear how he was doing after
I left yesterday. Dixie
refused to fill me in when she
wheeled me out the back door."
Roy smiled a half hearted smile.
because she figured you already had a full plate
concerning your own recovery.
likely, didn't want ya to worry about anything else,
"Since when does
asking about something like that
constitute being a burden?" Marco complained.
"Dix was only looking out
for your best interests. Besides, I'll bet she
called ya a few hours
after you got home
with the good news, didn't she?"
"Yeah." Marco said. "She did.. But mama
I was sleeping.."
"Dix did her job then." he grinned. "She made
sure she got the news
ya wanted." he
"Not soon enough.." Marco scoffed.
Roy thought about that
and mumbled to himself. "It's never soon
enough.." But no one else heard him.
Stoker pulled out a chair for Roy. "So,.."
he said grandly.. "..don't keep us in suspense.
us how he is.."
The squeal of the chair's legs on the tile floor
broke Roy out of his reverie
and he blinked a
few times. But his face stayed flat and almost
be fine. He came outta surgery
with flying colors. His leg's gonna heal cleanly,
and he's handling
his best friend Carrie's death as
well as can be expected..." he paused when
the gang grew reflective
for his benefit. "Joanne
and I are just glad it's all over with.." Roy
said, trying to grin, without
"Chris goes home Friday once the drainage
shunts are removed."
Cap noticed Roy's
lack luster mannerisms.
"You ok there, Roy?" he said, setting his
I- I'm fine.. Just tired I guess."
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