Richter Six, by Michael Donovan, is a written, but never |
filmed writer's script from the actual
TV series Emergency!
From: "patti keiper" <email@example.com>
Date: Sat May 5, 2007 4:23 pm
Subject: Shake, Rattle and....
Richter Six, Mark
VII Limited and Universal Studios Production # 35716 Original
Teleplay Character Dialogue was written
by Michael Donovan, August 30th, 1972.
The day was warm at Los Angeles County Headquarters.
Rescheduling had been the same as always
from the chief
with all the senior paramedic firefighters getting rotated through
and breaking in of the new students who were
now pouring into the mobile intensive care unit program
in droves from elsewhere in the fire department.
Johnny Gage didn't know what to think of the
newly installed by Dr. Brackett. But it helped that all the classroom
going over the books and drilling skills contributed to his
continuing education credits now deemed
necessary to maintain his
He was tired, but smiling a bit as the experience
memories of Roy giving him the hard sell to join the paramedics
when he had been
The promise of a full coffee pot went far to redeem the whole|
process in his mind's eye. Right along
with the free donuts and
the chance to lecture all the grunts while wearing doctor white.
figured his partner was probably still grinning like the Cheshire cat
when his watch went off. It
was time to begin day two of the paramedic
He walked into the classroom
set aside for them in a fire training
trailer on the fire academy cadet grounds, carrying the orange
life support books their class would need. He perked his ears as
he opened the door and
Johnny Gage was looking almost comical but in a way, slick in the long
coat as he spoke to the class clustered around him.
"...and after the academic part, you'll spend
a few weeks working in the
A student raised his eyebrows, chewing absently on a
pencil. "Why the
hospital? We're gonna be doing everything in the field,...why not train there?"
Roy dropped his stack of books on the table in front of him and began|
handing them out one by one
after motioning to their students to come
up and take one. "That'll come too, ....later." He smiled,
the desk. "You learn in the hospital first, .. the RIGHT way. Then when you
a handle on that, you learn how to adjust to every goofball situation
imaginable in the field."
One nervous young firefighter, fidgetted with his new manual, goggling at
the thickness of the soft
bound text of pages. "Was it tough? I mean, you
know, making it?"
Gage made sure he didn't
smile too much. "Having second thoughts?"
The thin man nodded. "It's been on my mind." he admitted.
"And it always will be." said Roy, sitting down near them. "The only advice
we can give, is shoot
your best shot." Then he smirked a bit. "I think Johnny
here, was the first casualty." he teased.
Gage made a mock insulted face and chuckled.
"How's that?" asked the second student.
DeSoto pursed his lips and picked up an old newspaper from the|
stack of them on the demo table outlining
the success and media coverage
Dr. Brackett's paramedic program had attained over the years. He handed
the newspaper to him, pointing at the bold printed headline. "Well, if you recall,
the quake hit at
six in the morning. We'd had about five calls in the night before
and had only been in bed about an
"Tuesday, February ninth. I'll never forget that day. Our station
was a pretty
good distance from the center of the quake, but believe
me.. we felt it!" Roy recalled.
A rumbler shook the whole fire station, jolting the gang out of their beds.
Johnny was thrown
from his bed, his arms still wrapped about the pillow
and his head struck the concrete block partition
next to his bunk.
Cap, Stoker and the others shot out of theirs and began scrambling
turnout pants and boots, even as they winced and flinched
and ducked as drinking glasses, pencils
and even telephones slid
off table tops to shatter and rattle on the tiled floor.
Roy was dressed almost instantly. He hastily threw the sheets tangled|
around his boots away from
him as he hung one arm on the brick
divider next to Stoker's bunk to steady himself. He heard a groan
from Gage, who hadn't yet gotten to his feet. "You okay?" he asked.
Johnny, shaking his head dizzily
even while he probed his hair for blood,
muttered. "I'm not sure...what the devil?"
them. "Stoker, check the garage door. Make sure we're
able to get the equipment out of here."
Mike nodded and dashed out of the room as the quake finally died
slowly under their feet.
continued to snap out orders. "The rest of you. Get to it. We'll start
a patrol of the area for gas
leaks and fire." he decided, going by the book.
Chet Kelly went to his side as he pulled on one
last suspender strap.
"How bad do you think it is, Cap?"
Stanley sighed, eyeing up the radio
on the table by the window to make
sure that it still had power. "That's the problem, we don't know."
said seriously while he jogged out to the apparatus bay to survey for
himself that he was all right from his jolt to the head.
He smiled to reassure his partner. "Ever
been in an earthquake before?"
DeSoto shook his head in the negative. "You?" he asked.|
Johnny frowned and shuddered, burning
off the last of his adrenalin jitters
as he matched Roy's reply. "That scared the h*ll out of me."
Roy helped Gage steady himself on his feet and together they ran to join the
DeSoto saw that the main door was just fine, rattling up in its
tracks smoothly as ever. By the alcove,
Hank hung up the mic on its spigot.
"Dispatch says they're getting reports from all over the county.
guessing we're at the edge of the quake."
Johnny cracked his knuckles in anxious anticipation.
"That means there's gonna
be heavy damage."
Stanley nodded, agreeing."We'll start checking
out our area. If they need us,
they'll call." Everyone began running for the trucks.
stopped his paramedics by gripping their elbows. He met their eyes
significantly. "Gage, DeSoto. Better
load up what extra medical supplies you can."
The abnormal advice served only
to stir their fears of the possible scope of
the disaster they had yet to see in their city. Without
comment, they moved out.
From: "patti keiper" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sun May 13, 2007 4:31 pm
Subject: Act 2, Richter Six..
Richter Six, Mark VII Limited and
Universal Studios Production # 35716
Original Teleplay Character Dialogue was written by Michael Donovan,
August 30th, 1972.
Roy DeSoto drove slowly, picking no regular direction to
travel in as they listened to the
radio chatter over their
frequency. The engine had split off from behind them long ago
different territory and to him, not having the Ward's
reassuring bulk in his rear view mirror, somehow
Johnny was trying to at least look relaxed, resting his elbow on
open window frame of the rescue squad. "Things look
quiet enough. Guess all it did was rattle the
area pretty good."
DeSoto, worried but holding his roiling emotions at bay about
things a little closer to home, finally reached over and grabbed up
the mic. " Squad 51, is there
any info on the Chatsberry area?" he
L.A. responded. ##Squad 51, negative. Please
restrict radio traffic
to necessary messages...## replied Sam Lanier, before he resumed
and relaying search reports from other units patrolling service
areas like Station 51 had begun to
DeSoto, biting his lip, sighed with anxiety as he mentally chided himself
for tying up
the emergency channel.
Gage, leaning a couple of fingers on his chin, studied his partner in
calm empathy. "Roy, anything can knock out a phone line.." he said.
Startling, on the steering
wheel, Roy's knuckles whitened as his attention
was drawn back to the radio as aftertones began to
sound. ##Engine 197,
Engine 226. Patrol 67 reports extensive damage in Soledad area. Numerous
major structural damage. Respond to---## Tuning out the radio, Roy
tried to relax back into the driver's
seat as he licked his lips dryly when the
airing failed to impart the one bit of information that
he badly wanted right
Gage didn't take his eyes away from Roy's tense expression. It
uncharacteristic fretting he read coming from his partner. So he said it like
"If anything's happened, she'll know what to do, Roy."
"Yeah.." DeSoto replied, not reassured
nor convinced, still thinking about his
Johnny studied DeSoto, trying to convey firm confidence, when the tones|
from H.Q. sounded again.
##Engine 51, Squad 51...Engine 127, Truck 127,
Engines 68, 225, 65 and 70. Patrols 65 and 68. Respond
to Alameda Hospital.
Soledad reports wide spread destruction.##
Roy's mouth dropped open as
Johnny snatched up the mic a little too fast.
"Squad 51." acknowledged Gage quickly as Roy turned
on their lights and
sirens, doing a U-turn in the boulevard. Johnny hung up their radio. "That's about
thirty miles from here." he estimated.
Roy gaped as he forced himself to talk a couple of seconds
through a strong reaction that Gage could see visibly. "...and about five
from my house."
Johnny's eyes widened in dismay when the fact he didn't know, sank in.
calm onto Roy, he set his hand firmly onto his shoulder in unspoken
support as DeSoto jumped them
into authorized emergency speed.
It was three minutes later and Roy and Johnny began to see signs that
they were at the edge of
the quake. Sewer caps were thrust through
fractured sidewalks like bizarre toothpicks angling from
the ground. There
was already a stench of decay in the air. Gage pointed to the first indications
and Roy nodded as they swept by the sight.
Then there was no more time to notice details.
Squad 51 pulled into the older suburban hospital's parking lot and there,
both paramedics were stunned.
"Dear G*d!" Johnny exclaimed aloud as they rushed to what they thought
was a rudimentary fire
department staging area. All they could see was the
twisted structure of the hospital and ground
eruption flipped cars. At its
base, the lot was alive with fire equipment, police cars, white clad
and nurses and gurney wheeling patients moving in all directions.
described the events now underway before them.
Swallowing, Roy slowed into cautious gear and he went where they were |
directed into the chaotic
open maw of the forming disaster operation.
There was a flurry of activity in and around the command
post trailers. Roy
and Johnny could see a Battalion Chief briefing a handful of fire captains,
Captain Stanley. They were all clutching newly plastic wrapped
waterproofed HTs. Hank nodded minutely
when Roy and Johnny parked
and started unloading all their stokes and medical gear, making eye contact
only long enough to let them know he was aware they had arrived.
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Putting on their turnouts and scba, Roy and Johnny swiftly got ready. The first thing|
was check their reception via biophone. "Rescue 51 to Rampart Base
for radio check." he gasped, speaking
loudly. There was no immediately reply and
he and Johnny shared a single significant glance in concern
when static poured out
of the receiver. Roy tried again. "Rescue 51 to Rampart Base." he hailed turning
the gain and rechecking the terminal's antennae port.
Nurse Dixie McCall looked up and saw the red light go on inside the base station
at Rampart. She
hurried into the room, barely avoiding a collision with a gurney in-pouring
into her emergency department
in the corridor. The silence from the din of the ongoing
disaster, took her breath away. She paused
only long enough to learn who it was who
##Rescue 51 requesting radio check with
Rampart Base.## DeSoto's voice repeated.
Dixe lifted her head and pressed the talk button, frowning
in concentration. "Rescue 51,
This is Rampart, go ahead." she replied.
##Rampart, we've been
assigned to Alameda Hospital. Verifying radio communication
from this location.## Roy answered. In
the background, Dixie could hear fire
department chatter and the shouts of disoriented patients being
the shattered building in droves behind his voice.
"10-4, I read you loud and
clear. Doctor Brackett has sent Joe Early with a triage team
to your location. How bad is it?" she
asked, finally pausing and resetting the recording
tape when she realized they weren't yet with a
Roy's voice sounded stressed for a reason McCall couldn't identify. ##Extensive |
damage. There appears
to be many injuries. Evacuation is underway.## DeSoto told
"10-4." Dixie said, putting
the channel on standby.
DeSoto closed up the biophone box and behind him, Captain Stanley and
the other captains broke
up from the briefing with the Chief. He crossed over
to where both his station's trucks were angled
and faced his men. Chet, Marco,
and Stoker already had their gloves and air bottles on like Cap did.
Stanley sighed, his voice charged with all business. "Okay, we've got a search
detail..north half of the West Wing. We'll start with the first floor.
Stoker and Lopez, you take
the North end. Gage and DeSoto, up the middle.
Kelly and I will work our way in from the South end.
Check every room and mark
it. If you need assistance, give us a holler."
Gage eyed the building
still spewing dust in front of them. "It looks like the
first and ground floors got it the worst."
Hank nodded. "And they're the only way out for the people above them."
sweeping a hand over the jumble of broken cars that were
aggressively getting sprayed down by distantly
placed water curtains. The
mangled rows of displaced cars were acting as a barricade, preventing
reach of the aerial ladders that were trying to extend out to uneffected windows.
One managed to connect at last and firefighters rushed up the handholds|
from the engine's receiving
Stanley gestured and the gang snapped into action. They gathered up flashlights
the most critical of the medical and extrication gear. The gang started
separating when DeSoto hesitated
and turned to Hank. The expression in his
eyes spoke volumes.. "Cap..."
Hank immediately understood
having anticipated the question. "I'm sorry, Roy.
There's been no reports on your neighborhood."
Roy nodded under his helmet tightly, regarding Stanley with unspoken thanks.
He looked away then and
headed off after his partner.
Hank watched him go until another call for him came over his portable
Under the shadow of a lifted aerial ladder, Gage and DeSoto worked their way
around fresh rubble,
trying past the patient patio where they knew large glass
doors must have been. Johnny located the
entrance to the hospital proper
and staff cafeteria. "This looks good as any.." he said.
agreed with a nod and together they forced the door open with tools
A minute later,
they were passing evacuating patients and other search and
rescue teams rushing to other areas of
Alameda's twisted bulk. As they passed
a badly crushed and jammed emergency exit stairwell, Johnny
a sound, a questioning almost panicked vocalization from behind the warped
a minute.." Gage said to Roy. Johnny moved closer to the door,
carefully listening in his helmet.
A knocking sound rewarded him as he looked
up, probing for hinge weaknesses with a halligan. "Somebody
in there?" he
"....yes... please help me. " said a female voice. It was strained with
Reacting, Gage and DeSoto snatched a prybar from their gear and they began
way through the door to get to her. Loudly, Roy gave an order.
"Move away!" he said.
The two firefighters continued to exert their combined strength against the|
door until finally, it
began to creak open, the spidered tiny glass
window it contained splintered and broke apart as a
A small nurse in a dirty ripped uniform jammed her torso out of the
and she coughed. Gage and DeSoto pulled her out
into the corridor and helped her to her feet.
Johnny held her arms, searching for blood. "Are you all right, Miss?"
The young nurse wiped off
dust and grit from her mouth as she reassured
herself with her own running hands that she was truly
uninjured. "Yes. I've
been trying to find my way out of the ground floor for an hour. They need help.
In surgery." she exclaimed.
Roy took off his helmet and offered her a sit down onto one of their
"What kind of help?" he said, crouching by her side, eyeing her up carefully.
shaken nurse shook her head. "I...I just don't know. No one can get in.
They can't get out. The walls
and doors are crushed. It's horrible!" she trembled.
DeSoto stood, satisfied the woman wasn't
in any danger from shock. He
refastened his helmet. "We'll take a look." he told her as she stood
with growing strength in the cleaner air.
Johnny and Roy gathered up their gear, heading for the stairwell again.|
She stopped them. "Try
this way first." she said, pointing to a turn down
the busy hallway. "Maybe we can get in through
the ampitheater." she
The two paramedics nodded for her to lead the way.
darkness of the shattered but still open aisled ampitheater was almost
absolute and its tiled walls
eerily reflected the light beaming off their flashlights
as the trio made their way through the viewing
door on the lower level.
They made their way over to the viewing glass balcony in the observation
theater and looked down.
All three of them gasped.
Fractured beams of light from the still
powered patient floor shining through
a broken ceiling beam above them was the only illumination in
black surgery room. On a gurney, lay a young girl receiving oxygen and
a blue gowned nurse. On the floor at their feet the paramedics
could see another nurse looking up
from an injured surgeon lying awkwardly
on his back.
Roy and Johnny aimed their flashlight
beams downward and the two staffers
looked up suddenly with urgency. The bright red gap of an opened
cavity glinted at the child's abdomen which was covered quickly with a sterile
a stream of dust began cascading down from the ceiling. DeSoto
could see the kneeling nurse had already
begun an I.V. on the unconscious
oral airway aided doctor lying in front of her. They could see
blood on his
DeSoto turned to the nurse who came with them. "They're setting up a
field hospital in front. Get a doctor... a surgeon if you can. We'll try to get down
The nurse nodded, accepting Roy's flashlight gratefully and she hurried back|
the way they had come
to summon the help he requested.
Johnny began testing around the viewing glass edges as he shined
onto the broken concrete buried door to one side of the surgery. "No telling how
it'll take to dig through that mess." he muttered, trying to see if the child
was still breathing
on her own without the surgical nurse's assistance.
Roy peered around. "Then maybe going through
the top here will be
faster." he said, pulling their HT out of his pocket. "Squad 51 to C.P. Requesting
screwdrivers, rope, lighting and two stretchers be brought to the surgical
ampitheater. Entrance is
located at the west end side of the hospital." he
Worried, Roy and Johnny looked
down as the glass muted nurses below
them looked up with anxious expressions as they worked to stabilize
##10-4, 51.# replied the incident commander posted outside.
From : patti keiper <email@example.com>
: Friday, May 18, 2007 8:34 PM
Subject : Deliverance..
Richter Six, Mark VII Limited and
Universal Studios Production # 35716
Original Teleplay Character Dialogue was written by Michael Donovan,
August 30th, 1972.
It was ten minutes later.
Johnny Gage finished removing the last screw in the windowframe
of the observation room. Carefully, he, Chet and Marco lifted out
the glass pane and set it aside
onto the floor out of the way. Other
firemen entered the surgical amphitheater with portable lighting
and there was a flurry of activity as it was plugged in and hooked
up to battery power. Gage and DeSoto
began lowering themselves
into the surgical suite below on a rope with belts.
Roy's feet touched
the gritty floor. Disconnecting, he removed his
gloves and moved towards the surgical table. "We've
sent for a
The nurse on the child's head nodded. "How long has it been?"
over her bright blue surgical mask.
Roy looked at his watch. "The quake hit at six. Just a little
an hour." He glanced down at the little girl, lying intubated and
still on the bed. "How's
"Critical." replied another nurse, looking up from where she was|
monitoring the girl's vital signs
from a stool next to them.
A thump turned Roy's head back the way he had come. Joe Early,
face twisting with effort, was being lowered on a rope. He was wearing
fire turnout over his hastily
zipped up triage jumpsuit and surgical top.
Johnny was examining the surgeon on the floor in a
"Welcome aboard, doc." he said.
"Sorry it took so long. Things are busy out there."
replied Joe. He
knelt next to Johnny when he gestured that the man was first to be treated.
sighed, lifting his hands away from a carotid pulse. "I recommend we move
the doctor here out. He's
taken a pretty good crack on the head from
that surgical lamp." he said, pointing to the shattered
broken on the floor near them.
Joe peeled back the head bloody surgeon's eyes.
Johnny nodded. "Nurse Wells has taken good care of him."
Early looked up at her after checking the doctor's I.V. flow rate.|
"Stay with him, Nurse. Tell the
triage team to send him to Rampart."
Wells assented as Gage got up to accept a stokes that Marco
and Chet were lowering down to them from the opened window.
Joe rose to his feet, peering in the
darkness to avoid debris.
He crossed over to get Roy's report on the little girl.
aren't quite as simple here, doc." DeSoto said.
The nurse delivering oxygen to her spoke. "The
doctor had just
started an appendectomy." she said, lifting the sterile drape
over the child's
lower abdomen. "I've done my best to keep the
Joe bent down and looked at
"What do you think, doc?" asked DeSoto about her options for
"I'd think we'd better finish the job, right here." said Joe, crossing
over to a sink nearby. "Get
some light on the patient." he said
to the firefighters working above them in the viewing balcony.
"I'll need surgical gloves." he said to the nurse as he turned the
water spigot. Nothing came out.
Joe frowned. "...and how about a
bottle of alcohol?" he requested.
A couple of minutes later,
Johnny was free to help. Together, he
and Roy got the trays Joe needed laid out. Sweating, Joe began
where the M.D. had left off. Silence fell as the third nurse and
the stokes were lifted out of the
The heat was intense and Early's brow was covered in perspiration.
"Hernostat.." he called
out. The vitals nurse handed one to him
using a sterile towel. Joe used it. Then,..."scalpel.." he
The nurse caught her breath a minute later. "Doctor, her blood pressure
Joe didn't look up. He started to work faster. "Respirations?"|
"Shallow." she replied.
Roy turned up the girl's new Ringer's I.V.
"Just give me thirty seconds." Joe said to her. He
reached into the
incision with a precision scalpel slowly. He jerked it out again when the
suddenly began to shake violently around them. Everybody tensed
nervously and cast their heads about,
studying the swaying ceiling and
especially, the ring of fragile glass windows ringing above them.
and soon, the aftershock passed. Early returned to work as he made a careful
cauterized the bleeder he had made in the girl's intestinal wall from
the snipped free appendix. A
few seconds later, he slowly looked up.
The nurse at the girl's head smiled over
the intubation tube. "Improving."
Early nodded, shifting on a foot. "Let's close."
and Gage, beside him in surgical masks, also grinned in relief.
They looked on with interest as the
nurse handed Joe suturing equipment
and a forceps fitted with a curved needle and thread. Early felt
and he winked at them, to let them know they were in the clear at last.
Outside the shattered hospital a while later, an ambulance opened its
rear doors to receive the
sleeping, recovering little girl being carried by
attendants and overseen by the head surgical nurse.
Gage and Roy
left the building, brushing off earthquake dust from their turnouts.
Early was talking on their biophone, set onto the ground.
The anesthetic nurse, watching everything,
leaned on the wall with fatigue as
she finally gave into relief.. and some rest. Johnny, noticing,
"How do you feel?" he asked the nurse.
"Like crying.." she replied,
not smiling. "Only I'm too tired."
Gage gripped her arm in comfort. "That was some job. Pitch
and you kept her going."
Biting her lip, she squeezed out a half grin as she looked down. She pulled|
out a penlight from her
dirty pocket and flicked it on. It didn't light. " The
batteries died just a few minutes before you
came." she sobbed, smiling.
Grinning, Johnny gave her his spare to replace it.
was deep into conversation with Rampart. "The McBurney type
incision was used. I'm also sending along
a culture for lab analysis. Conditions
weren't the most sterile so keep the antibiotic therapy going
a little longer than
##10-4, Joe.## replied Kel Brackett over the line. ##What about
the rest of it?##
the doctor asked.
In the base station, Kel scribbled more onto his notes as Joe replied back.
underway. I had a talk with the administrator about thirty
minutes ago. Our best estimate then was
about two hundred patients to go.
That's not counting injured employees.##
Sighing in dismay,
Brackett told his colleague the straight truth. "10-4, Joe. We
can handle about a hundred more,..
unless other areas pick up."
Early copied him. ##Ten four.##
Dixie entered the alcove from
the busy, crowded corridor desk. "Kel, Obstetrics
is loaded. Another one came in. Treatment One."
Kel's eyebrows raised as he toggled off Joe's connection. "Premature?"
McCall nodded. "One
month. Mike Morton's with her."
Brackett licked his lips, accepting the news as just another brick
on the pile.
"I'll give him a hand." he said, moving off. "Call obstetrics and ask them if
can accomodate a few more patients."
Dixie frowned. "They've already doubled up on their rooms."
Brackett held open the door. "Then suggest some partitions in the hallway."
he told her. Kel moved
off towards Treatment One, making his way
through the throng of the injured and the sick.
began to pick up the house phone when she was interrupted by the
approach of Katy Anderson, a small
elderly woman in her early sixties.
She was favoring a left arm that was totally immobile. "Nurse.."
"Please.. You must help me." she said with a sob.
Dixie whirled, recognizing
the woman immediately. "Mrs. Anderson, what are
you doing here?"
Katy sagged visibly where she stood. "I.. I can't move my arm. ..I can't.. |
Won't someone please
help me? It's.. paralyzed."
McCall reclarified their situation. "Where's Nurse Collins? Wasn't
Katy answered reluctantly. "She was called away."
Dixie nodded in
understanding. "We are terribly busy." she said, setting down
Joe's patient tape recording.
sensed Dixie's growing distractions. "But I'm paralyzed. Can't you
understand?" she said wailing weakly,
McCall stood and aided her to a seat in the Nurse's station, comforting her
a grip around the shoulders. "Certainly I can, Mrs. Anderson. Here, sit
Katy did, still
holding her arm.
"There." Dixie smiled. "Now let me ask. Does your arm hurt anywhere?"
met her eyes, timidly. "No. It's... just paralyzed. I can't move it. Right
after the quake is when
Dixie reacted, thinking. "Yes, and you told the doctor that?" she asked.
older woman nodded. "I don't think he believed me."
McCall checked the pulse in that wrist, feeling
its temperature. "Sure he
believed you. It's just that there's so many serious injuries coming in..."
she broke off, realizing that a lecture was upsetting Mrs. Anderson. She
rethought her plan of action.
"Tell you what. We're so overloaded with
work, we could use some help." she suggested, when her findings
that everything was normal in the arm.
"Help?" Katy piped up in a sniffly daze.
Dixie met her eyes evenly, narrowing them in consternation, but mildly.
"Is your right arm okay?"
"Yes. I guess so." peeped Katy.
"It would be a real help if you could write out some identification
tags for us."
Dixie told her.
Katy reacted with hope and surprise. "Me? You want me to help?"
Dixie smiled, nodding slowly. "And when we get caught up, maybe I can
get the doctor to take another
look." she said, patting the left arm significantly.
"What do you say?"
Katy was bewildered.
"I...I guess it will be all right."
Dixie gripped her chin briefly in encouragement and slid the
patient lists in front of her. "Terrific. Now,..here's the tags. Just make
one for each
name on these lists of paper, okay?"
Katy was still uncertain and it showed in her voice. "O-okay."
Dixie nodded with satisfaction and winked assuringly at her as she
left the desk area.
wondered a few beats but never figured out that she had
been outmaneuvered. She shrugged and began
her task like a shy
librarian who had the pressure taken off on a heavy load of books.
In Treatment One, 21 year old Kathy Williams lay in heavy pregnancy,
wincing in pain and trying
to breathe deeply. Brackett, with the intern
Mike Morton and a nurse were preparing her for delivery.
entered with an emergency incubator.
Kathy grunted as she struggled not to push
when she saw it." I.. I just
don't understand. My doctor said it was a perfect pregnancy. It's too
early. I...I have a month to go.." she panted.
Kel looked up from his examination of her. "Now,
don't worry. This earthquake
has caused a lot of women to deliver early. You're going to be fine.
Breathe deeply now." he ordered.
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