The Story Unfolds...
Episode Thirty Six..
§§ Tower Drill §§
Debut Launch: August 1st, 2006.
From: "Derrick" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Thu Aug 3, 2006 3:05 am
Subject: The Morning Blues
The crew of Station 51 had reported in for their tour of duty on a sunny
but cool, spring day
in the Los Angeles area. It had just thunderstormed
two days earlier, which forced a rainout of a
Dodgers vs. Giants game at
Dodger Stadium to which Chet and Marco had planned to go.
were still less than happy about it.
"I don't know how come is it, when we go to a ballgame, that
it always rains." Marco complained to Chet.
"Well, consider it this way, pal. You can't stop mother
from doing her thing. I guess we'll have to go some other time
when the weather gets a
little nicer." Chet emphasized with a
"Who wants to see them lose again anyway?" Chet
seems that everytime we go, they lose!"
They watched with growing bemusement as
Johnny Gage came
into the kitchen, wearing a sulken face, grumbling.
Chet looked up and asked.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, Chet. My whole love life
is wrong!" Johnny told him.
"Oh, really?" asked Marco. "What happened to you?"
I knew it, Sue dumped me after our date Friday night and
gave me the third degree about it.... Telling
me that I'm a- a- a loser ...
and a perpetual slob. And then she had the nerve to call me a liar
when I told her that all of that wasn't usually true. All I said to her
was that I had been working
a lot of overtime.."
Marco snickered and shook his head in sympathy during Johnny's |
conversation while he exchanged 'what
else is new?' looks with Chet.
Chet rubbed his chin. "Johnny, you need help there. I mean, you
really need...'help.' " he suggested gently, drawing finger quotes
in the air meaningfully.
Gage blinked a few times, until the suggestion sank in.
"Are you telling me that I should go see a
shrink?" Johnny snapped.
Chet immediately looked away at the glare Johnny shot him
dark haired paramedic fired back at him in offended
"Maybe that will be the best thing
for you, partner." said Roy as he
entered the kitchen, just overhearing the conversation.
right. Ok...All right. I hear ya. Then, I'm.. I'm..crazy." Johnny told them all,
throwing up his
hands. "You all think that I am crazy? Well, I'll show
you who's crazy by the time our shift ends.
And Chet, you and Henry
are..are just plum crazy, too!" Gage said as he pointed to the dog
the couch, who seemed to turn his head away from Johnny as if
Then Captain Stanley walked in, barely avoiding a shoulder check|
with Gage as the angry paramedic
barged out of the room and stormed
on past him for the quiet sanctuary of the vehicle bay.
asked the obvious without even looking up from the daily
mail he was sorting through. "What's been
going on here?" he asked
matter of factly. "Do I sense a little unhappiness in the air?"
a little." sighed Roy, taking another sip of coffee from his mug.
"Oh. Coming from Gage? That's
normal." Hank shrugged as he
sat down in a chair to finish his filing.
From : Rampartbase <email@example.com>
Date: Wed Aug 2, 2006 11:45 am
Subject: See you later, alligator.. In a while, crocodile... Heh.
It remained a nice sunny day for the rest of the morning.
The crew at 51's were doing their
usual chores and were
about to have lunch soon, when the tones sounded.
##Station 51. Man
treed by an alligator at Harper Park. 1100
Santa Monica Blvd. 1100 Santa Monica Blvd. Cross street,
Watercreek. Be aware. Animal control has been notified and
they've responded that they are unequipped
to capture it.
Time out: 11:06.##
Captain Stanley acknowledged the call. On the way, he
up the mic and said. "L.A., Engine 51. How big
is the gator?" he deadpanned seriously.
reply came back. ##Eyewitnesses have estimated
its length at six feet.##
"10-4." Cap hung up the mic derisively. Then Hank said to |
his crew. "We have to be really careful."
"Thanks for telling us. I don't think we could have figured out
that one by ourselves, Cap."
joked Chet as he jogged by Cap
to put on his turnout and helmet from the stow.
Hank made a
face and threw a 'get in there' thumb gesture
at his wise cracking fireman.
They rolled out.
From: "Roxy Dee" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2006 18:33:33 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: That Loyal Postal Stick-It-To-It-Ness~~
Station 51 rolled through the regional park's entrance, code three.
Surprisingly, a Los Angeles
County animal control unit, wasn't
A scream rippled out. It was female and very,
The gang rushed out of their trucks, pausing at the edge of the
to get their bearings on where the scream came from,
but it didn't repeat.
Then a sharp eyed
Gage spotted their subject on a tree limb.
It was a girl in her mid twenties, hysterically mute and
"There, Cap. Near the eucalyptus. Forty feet to our ten o'clock. That
ain't no man.
I wonder who call THAT in?" Johnny said, snatching out
rope coils and life belts for himself and
"Maybe it treed more than one victim.." Roy shrugged.
"Eh,.. the number of victims
aside, I wanna know where that
alligator got to." Cap said empathetically, eyeing the ground and
thick grass surrounding them along the lake's margin. He could
just make out the remains of a shredded
german shepard lying just
off the jogging path.
"Stoker and I'll go look." Marco volunteered.
"Be careful. Don't these things like to charge thirty miles an hour
out of the water when they
want something to eat real bad?" Cap
"I'm trying not to remember that.." Stoker
frowned. "Don't think a
charged firehose is the answer for this one."
Chet did the only other
thing he could do. He grabbed out a bullhorn
Cap snatched it up and turned it on.
##Miss, this is the Los Angeles
County Fire Department. We see you. Just hold still until we figure
out a way to get you down from there, o.k.?##
If the woman heard, she wasn't answering, petrified
as she was.
Then she started panting and looking wildly around desperately
when she jerked at a
sound that only she heard.
"She's gonna fall for sure, Cap. She's panicking again!" Johnny said, |
running for the tree along
with Lopez and Marco.
Roy got off the engine's radio. "We can't get a snorkle, Cap.
says they're all busy at fire calls for the next forty five minutes
to an hour."
a moment, then he pulled out his handy talkie. "Engine 51,
L.A., respond a Sierra rescue team to our
location. We've a young
woman trapped thirty feet up a pine tree. Code three."
51. Sierra Bravo has been notified. Their ETA is five
minutes by air. ##
Roy just looked at
him. "Park rangers?"
"Why not?" Cap replied. "They're good with trees, wild animals,
and rescues. Go get the life net and back up the others
in case she topples outta the tree."
grinned DeSoto, peeling off his turnout. He ran
with the folded encircled catch net quickly.
soon became aware of four state personnel in blue running down
the hill from the direction of the
neighborhood houses on the cliff row
above them. They were postal people, complete with their tan
and bright flourescent orange handled mail bags. One of them had
a portable scanner radio
in hand. "Hold it, hold it.. Where do you think
you're going?" he asked them.
"To go help.
Marve said he was in trouble with an animal on his route." said
one man. "We always drop whatever
we're doing to get a fellow postman out
"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Marve's
a postman? What's he doing in the park?"
A hefty, African-American woman answered him, sternly.
"Taking a short cut.
Now are we gonna hem and haw about this all day or our we gonna do something
for that poor girl?" she said, throwing a careless hand up at the woman she spotted
in the tree.
Right then, another dusty postman ran out of the bushes and joined them.
"Marve! You ok?" the
mail woman asked. "We came fast as we could."
"I'm fine. I couldn't do anything for the jogger's
dog. The alligator was
"Where is it now?" Hank asked, pulling off his work gloves.
"Right over there. About fifty feet. It's facing the girl's tree from
the shallows." Marve pointed.
"All right. Go back there and keep an eye on it, would ya?"
Cap thought for a moment, then remembered
the safety net's
need for at least eight to hold onto it safely. "The rest of you,
in the open and catch up with my men and take a hold
of the life net." They started moving. "But get
there moving away
from the water!" Cap reinforced.
Just as Cap was about to join them, Les
Taylor and Dave Gordon
from animal control arrived,.. empty handed.
"Where's your tranquilizer
gun?" he asked them.
"Sorry, captain. An alligator's not a tiger. It can't be tranquilized
way you think." replied Dave.
"Why is that?" Hank demanded, irritated and worried for his people
and the victim.
Les shrugged. "It's just their metabolism and the way that their blood flows.
We've eyeballed it. It's a male, and it's lean. It's probably starving."
Dave added more. "Being
sick like he is, his metabolism is so low
that if we tranquilize him, he'll probably drown after
"Then let's kill it." Cap snapped. He frowned when the two officers|
in front of him looked at each
other."Why hesitate?" he asked them.
"American alligators are a protected species. We've been
capture it with traps and take it alive." Dave shrugged.
"That's raising the risk
for all of my men and those helping them."
"Sorry, sir. Only the police can overrule our supervisor
for a use
of lethal force." Les told him.
"All right. Ok.." Cap said. "Let's see what we can
do with what we've
got then, shall we?" he said impatiently when he realized that the PD
All three men soon joined the firemen and the four postal workers
around the net.
Half of them had their backs to the net while they hung onto
it, being lookouts, while Gage climbed
the tree with a nimbly tossed rope.
He was moving slowly so that he wouldn't alarm the girl.
spoke softly. "Miss,.. my partner's on the way up to you. It's ok. We..we
know where the alligator
is exactly and it's not gonna hurt you." he said with
The girl didn't
seem to hear him. She kept mumbling a dog's name over and
over again, her eyes dry and shocked. Her
hands kept slipping on the bark
where her cheek rested as cold sweat drenched her. Once, both of her
slipped and she let out a yelp as she scrambled to keep her balance along
"Don't worry about falling. We'll catch you.." said Hank. "We've got a net just
below you. Do you
The girl didn't react. She only gripped the branch tighter.
"I'm almost there..."
Gage grunted to the others down below. "Keep her distracted.
If she moves too much here, she might
miss the net before we can correct for it."
Suddenly, there was a massive sound of hissing and an explosion of water erupted|
from the lake.
"Look out!" Dave shouted as the still hungry, large alligator charged them.
Before the firemen
reacted, the five postal workers let out a holler of their own
and in a blink, they all leaped on
the alligator's body, pinning its head, and very
dangerous thrashing tail.
Hank's mouth dropped
open as Les ran to help them with a stout roll of duck tape
and a thick length of rope.
my..." Cap gushed, not wanting to let go of the net he still held with Dave, Marco,
Roy and Chet.
The net wavered in the wind blowing off the lake and it was very
difficult for the few of them who
were left to stay under the tree and in a good position.
Stanley eyed the ball of postal workers
and the animal control officer, tangling
with the thrashing alligator. "They're all nuts. Absolutely
nuts!" he exclaimed.
Gage let out a shout of dismay that suddenly grabbed Cap's attention.
whipped his head back to what he was doing.
The woman was falling towards the ground, off center
to the net.
Hastily, the five firemen and Dave shifted the net desperately to encompass her,
they succeeded in only catching the girl's upper body as she landed partially
in the net. Her waist
and lower back pinwheeled over the edge of the lifenet's
frame and she somersaulted vertically, feet
up, before she hit the grassy ground
Panicking, and in pain, the young woman sat up
and was immediately
halted by Roy, who grabbed her from behind. "Easy. Don't move! You'll only
yourself further." he warned into her ear firmly.
"B-but..the alligator..He--he...*gasp*.. ohhhHH!" she grunted, feeling something|
broken inside. Her
face paled and began to turn blue. She gurgled into silence,
still horribly conscious.
go get the backboard! Marco?!" DeSoto shouted.
"I'll get the gear.." Lopez answered.
help." Chet added.
"On the fly.." Gage punctuated as he slipped down his rope hanging from
tree to go aid his partner. He knew the girl had been seriously, grieviously
hurt as clearly as Roy
did. He knelt to help DeSoto stabilize her head and
airway where she sat upright on the ground. "What
can you tell?"
"I don't know." Roy answered him. "Might be her spine, or ribs. I'm feeling
soaking into my shirt." he said hoarsely.
Johnny knelt down.
Cap knelt near. "Anything
I can do? The alligator's no longer an issue.
He's tied up."
"Get that chopper in here faster.
She's going critical. And get us
Rampart in a relay." Roy told him.
"You got it, pal." Stoker
said, running for the road.
Sighing in sympathy, Cap handed DeSoto an active resuscitator on
feed to give to the woman so she would get as much oxygen
into her system as she could take.
He could see that she was still drawing breaths on her own; short,
painful efforts that frighteningly
didn't seem like they were going to last
much longer. ::This is bad. And we still have to immobilize
her.:: Cap thought.
::Oh, no.. She's got that thousand yards stare already.:: he worried
Knowing that there wasn't much he could do yet, Cap rose to his
feet after nodding at Johnny that
everything was coming as fast as
it could get there.
Numb, he said the first thing that came
to the top of his head.
"Nice work, guys.." he said to the sweaty, grinning postmen
who were rejoining
him, one by one from the lakeshore.
Marve smiled. "Believe me, we always reap our revenge every
chance we get. Have no fear of that."
"Do you guys always tackle hunger crazed alligators
charge you like that?" Stanley wondered.
The chocolate skinned mail woman smiled.
"You'd be surprised at what
chases us at one time or another, fireman. This ain't nothing at all.
Them pound boys are.. usually off chasing stray cats in trees or
something, leaving us postal
workers to fend for ourselves." she
said, watching the two animal control officers who were
and rechecking the gator's tied up legs and taped jaws
carefully to see that they were truly secured.
"Now why would they do that?" Cap asked her.|
"It's because we call em to get past all the dogs
and other guard
animals in people's yards all the time. Their vet says we drain their
budget faster than a coke on a hot day. Doesn't seem to
concern the LACoAC much that we think the
mail must go through no
matter what, know what I mean?" she laughed, still high on adrenalin.
Cap tried to smile, and couldn't.
The dark skinned woman noticed. "How's she doing?" she asked
quietly, the glow of heroism slowly fading from her features.
"My paramedics are still checking
her out. We'll know more here real soon."
said Cap, looking down at the five firemen now crouched
over the girl.
"She's got some developing breathing problems starting up." he told the
Silently, the postmen watched Station 51, while they worked to save a life.
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From: "killashandrarey01" <killashandraRey@hotmail.com>
Date: Mon Aug 7, 2006 1:46 am
Subject: Tacit Care..
Roy immediately started talking as he
the badly injured woman against his shoulder. "Ma'am,..
can you still hear me? Ma'am?"
The girl did not reply through her involuntary gasping.
"Hey!" Gage shouted to get her attention.
He saw that her
eyes were no longer focused. Johnny pinched her earlobe firmly.
She didn't move.
"She's going unresponsive, Roy." he murmured.
"Marco, take control of her head with that jaw thrust.
Stoker, an ambu would
be real nice right about now. Help her on it when she needs it." he said,
in a lubricated nasopharyngeal airway into one of her nostrils.
"Chet.. get a C-collar. Looks like
she's a small regular." he said, feeling
around her head and neck in a fast check.
he looked at his palms, one at a time, searching
for wet blood stains as he worked them down to her
"She's not bleeding from anywhere up here, Roy." he told his
partner, who was setting
up an EKG monitor.
DeSoto nodded, looking down at his own shirt to see where the large
stain that he had felt soaking him earlier, was located. "Try her
right lower back."
to his paramedics. "I'll get Rampart." Then he turned
to the postal workers. "Could you folks help
us out one more time?"
"Sure.. sure.. " said the dark skinned lady. "Anything you say, mister."
"Can one of you go grab a blanket packet out of the engine?
They're yellow. Right rear compartment
above the driver's
back tire. Then turn around with your backs to us in a ring.
We're gonna need
some privacy for her. Seems we're already
gathering ourselves a crowd of the curious here." said
seeing more park goers arriving due to the unusual sight of the
bound and taped alligator
and the three flashing county trucks.
The post woman took one look at the shears Gage was using
get the girl's clothes off and nodded in immediate understanding. She
put two fingers to her
mouth and let loose a piercing whistle to
catch the other chattering mailmen's startled attention.
stand there, Marve." she pegged her cohort. "Go get that cover up tarp
for the little
lady. As for the rest of you,.. about face, pronto, and don't
let me catch you lookin' back over
here even once." she ordered her
coworkers like a bossy mother hen.
They obeyed her. Instantly.
"Don't you worry, captain. Nobody else is gonna get anywhere near her.
And that's a promise from
us." said the saucy, pleasant faced mail woman.
"Uh,, thank you.." said Stanley distractedly without
looking up from where
he crouched over the biophone case. "Rampart,.. this is Engine 51. How
Roy and Johnny were deep into their initial assessment. Gage felt for
quality on both sides of the woman's neck and then he compared
them to those in both wrists. "Weaker
radials bilaterally... but I'm feeling
no cervical crepitus. She has no signs of jugular venous distension
tracheal deviation.. Resp rate's thirty, very shallow, and intermittent."
"Got it." said
Roy, taking notes. He had patched the woman in on limb leads
so that they would have constant audible
cardiac cues to listen to. And then
he placed one of her fingers inside the wired pulse oximeter's
soft rubber clamp.
"Ok, Chet, she's set for her collar...Let's get it on." Gage grunted as he ducked |
hands as the engineer started working the bag valve mask.
"Then go get the KED ready, would ya? Marco's
still got his hands full holding her.
I'll probably be finished with her entire sweep by the time
you get back."
"All right, Johnny." replied Kelly.
Soon, they were through and Chet took
off for the engine's auto extrication
Gage continued to search for serious
problems. "I've got a spreading bruise medial
right chest..." he said, feeling and looking at the
woman's skin. He stopped when
one hand came away bloody. "There it is.. Lower right side, Roy. A penetrating
wound with a single rib fracture into the abdomen.. The injury's fully below the
he reported as he snatched out some bulky dressings to control the
bleeding. He used many layers and
taped them to her side firmly in a square
to slow the heavy hemorrhaging. He moved on down each of
arms and legs in turn in a careful check for other critically bleeding wounds,
he found none.
Quickly wiping his hands off on the woman's discarded shirt, Johnny got
a stethoscope for a fast chest/lung check. "Roy,..mid clavicular right
is hyperpercussive with diminished
breath sounds..." he said, catching
his breath as he listened closely, "..But mid right axillary and
lung fields are clear. Her heart sounds normal but it's not at the same rate
"What are you getting for a discrepancy?" DeSoto asked as he rechecked
dressing Johnny had applied to see that it was still working.
"Apical: 136 and steady. But the
90 palp's irregular." Gage replied.
"Any other life threats?" Roy asked.
"No." Johnny told
him as he placed the flat of two hands and pressed
down lightly over all the areas of the woman's
abdomen that he could
reach with her as she was, sitting up on her scissors split open jeans
underwear. "Just where we know already. Right upper and right lower's
firm and distended. Pelvis
is stable." he said after gripping her hips with an
inward pressure. The bones didn't shift even
an inch. He looked at the woman's
entire back with a pen light around Stoker knees and jacket flaps
and he double
checked himself when he felt her skin, too. "Yeah, nothing else.." he concluded.
he added. "A change..Current LOC is causing incontinence." he said as
an odor of urine and stool
rose over the blood scent. "But there's no peritoneal
or rectal bleeding."
"I'll tell Cap
to relay what we have so far." Roy told Johnny.
Gage and Chet got busy with the Kendrick device. |
Kelly opened the KED and placed it between
Marco and the girl's back. He
centered it and placed the wings of the immobilizer snugly under the
armpits while Gage tucked some padding at the small of her dusty neck where the
guard didn't rest. Then Johnny fastened the chest straps, taking care that
it didn't interfere with
Stoker's ability to get good chest rise with his
ventilations. "Is she breathing on her own?" he asked
"Only trying one out of every three now." Stoker replied.
"Keep at it, but
don't hyperventilate her at all."
Mike nodded. "I'm watching her sat's.." he said, throwing a
at where he could see the numerical readings renewing themselves
on the screen of the EKG
monitor. "Heart rate's still steady. 136..
"If her tachycardia's no longer felt
at the carotid, let me know." Gage said.
"I sure will. I see that Cap's got the defibrillator
on active stand by."
Chet slid two straps under the girl's thighs and wrapped them
leg before he snugged them tightly at both ischial grooves.
Then they secured the woman's head
against the KED's head rest
and placed the secondary straps over her forehead and chin
was confirmed as being placed well centered to vertical.
Marco still held onto the woman's head.
"Airway's good. Are we
ready to place her on the board?"
"Yeah.." said Johnny, as he stood
up to grip a side handle on the
cradle of the KED with one hand. The other, he placed under one
the woman's knees.
Chet got set positioning himself on the opposite side to help with the
after he was through tying the woman's hands together with
a gauze bandage. He paused when his shifting
jarred the woman's left arm. It bent into a sudden second elbow just
below the shoulder.
"Ahh! Broken left humerus." he announced,
holding it quickly above and below the break to stop its
"Must be a real clean break if I didn't feel that. We'll splint
it in route."
Gage told him. "Just place that arm neutral enough so that a pulse's
in that hand with her arm supported."
"Ok, I'm set." Kelly said a few seconds later when he checked
Locking their arms together underneath her, the gang lifted and then|
carried the woman over to the
long board lying on the ground. Carefully, the
three firemen lowered her flat onto it and strapped
her in after covering
her up snugly with the shock sheet Cap had obtained from the engine.
left the woman's wounded side exposed to the air so they could
monitor the pressure dressing's continuing
Chet did one more aid by propping up the woman's boarded head on
a gear box
to ease her manually helped respirations. "There you
go, Stoker. She should vent nice and easy for
"That works." said Mike, watching her color closely as he bagged her.
his head. "I've got Brackett on the line!" he shouted.
Roy tossed Cap his notepad. "Cap,.. she's
a 'load and go'.
Tell them the NPA and that jaw thrust are doing the job ok even though
seven. And I found a wallet." DeSoto said as he
bent down to do a blood pressure on the woman's unbroken
"Catch.." he said, throwing that over, too.
"Will do." said Hank, receiving it. "Sierra
Bravo's ETA is three minutes.."
Then he turned back to the biophone. "Rampart. I have more patient
info." he said, leafing through the girl's wallet cards. "Our victim's twenty
five with no prior
medical problems or allergies." he concluded after reading
a few of them. "As I said before her mechanism
of injury was a thirty foot
fall out of a tree to soft grassy ground after bouncing out of a fire
department life net. Status: Unconscious, nonreactive to pain. She is being
assisted on oxygen and is doing well with just an NPA and
jaw thrust. She's got a large, open wound
lower right quadrant lateral to the
hip with a penetrating rib break into the abdomen. External bleeding
controlled. She's a second bruise on her upper right chest with slightly diminished
right lung sounds. Broken left humerus. All extremity pulses are
palpable. She is spinally immobilized
with a KED on a longboard and is
being treated for shock. Stand by for the vitals signs.." Captain
##Standing by..## answered Kel Brackett from the base station.
From: "patti keiper" <email@example.com>
Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:30 pm
Subject: Turnabout Intruder..
DeSoto looked up and supplied Stanley
with the information
Brackett wanted. "BP is 72 over 50. Pulse is 144 and regular.
unassisted are now holding at 10, irregular and shallow.
Skin is pale, diaphoretic and cool at the
extremities. Pupils are
slightly dilated but reactive to light. Glasgow is nine. Bilateral
normal. Distal pulses are equal in all four despite that closed
fracture in the left arm, now realigned
in a position of function. EKG 's
showing still viable V-tach and the digital PO2 is 96% on 15L of
on ambu. Breath sounds are the same still, with that extremely localized
mild rhonci. Estimated
900 cc's blood loss externally from the
Kel Brackett nodded, tapping the
glass with a knuckle in a hint to get
Dixie to enter the glass enclosed base station just as Cap
parroting back Roy's information over the biocom.
She had been pulling out a blank stat
chart for him for his patient to begin
a surgical workup, knowing the young woman to be a trauma
the nature of the radio traffic going on between L.A. Headquarters, over the fire
scanner near her head, and with the regional park's county
rescue services branch.
opened the door just as the emergency room physician was finishing
his initial orders. "51, start
two large bore intravenous lines of Lactated
Ringers in the uneffected arm and run wide open until
effective homeostasis with an upper systolic of 90, auscultated. Don't waste
performing an RSI. Use the addition of an OP if you have to, to maintain
her airway in transit. Time
is of the essence. Splint all unstable joints later.
Send me a twelve lead EKG once you're on your
way, and I want additional
vitals sets every five minutes. What's your current ETA?"
quickly joined him. "What do you have, Kel?"
"Traumatic fall, with a major disruption of a body
a rib fracture, with possible internal bleeding. So far, she's
minus a head injury
without any glaring pulmonary or cardiac
symptoms and with one, apparently simple, broken humerus."
##Rampart, ETA is eight minutes by air. Coming in with Sierra Rescue
to your flight pad.## reported
"10-4, 51. Get her in here as soon as possible and notify me en route of
neurological or respiratory changes." Dr. Brackett said,
thumbing the talk button.
"What now, Kel?" Dixie asked him, anticipating.|
"I want to organize the care team prior to her
arrival. Get two general surgeons
on stand by to form the core of the trauma team. They'll be in
with us while a surgical room gets ready. I'll direct her further evaluation and
resuscitation. Get a mid-level provider to manage her airway along with a respiratory
I'll be conducting the primary and secondary surveys, and tell Dr. Early
he'll be performing other
procedures as needed. I'll leave monitoring her vital signs
to you along with drawing bloods for her
lab work. I also want an orthopedic surgeon
as an immediate consultant as well as the neurosurgeon
on-call. I want to make
sure her C-spine's truly intact or at least determine any new disability with
a complete motor examination performed before surgery." Kel told Dixie.
"I'll get right on
"As soon as she gets in here, I'll want a foley in along with a gastric
tube to simplify
things in prep for her anesthesia as soon as she's been
airway secured by our therapist. Oh, and
let's stave off any iatrogenic
hypothermia with additional warmed IV fluid, blankets, heat lamps,
a heated, air-circulating blanket. Order up an anteroposterior chest
radiograph, a focused
abdominal sonogram, a full C-spine series and
get films of that left arm. If the room's open, order
a CT scan of the
abdomen with intravenous contrast. But those spinal pictures first,
so we can
get her off the long board before surgery."
"I'm assuming you want arterial blood gases, a type
and cross match, and
baseline work on her hemoglobin and hematocrit levels?" Dixie blinked.
"And how about a dipstick urinalysis to exclude occult hematuria?"
he grinned. "You know me too well, Dix, you know that?"
Then his stomach growled. Loudly.
"Umm hmm.." Dixie nodded without batting an eyelash. "Do me a favor, Kel.
Let Dr. Morton handle the
next paramedic call when it comes in. You haven't
had your lunch yet and you definitely look it."
she pegged, with a finger
stabbing the ornate tie peeking out of his white lab coat. "And neither
have I, for that matter." she reconsidered.
"Boosting our mutual blood sugars will be on me
just as soon as we've
seen 51's patient safely into a surgical ward." Brackett promised.
kind of guy." she winked. "I'll put her in One." Dixie said, disappearing
out the door again.
Dr. Brackett hunkered down with just a plain coffee to await his cardiac strip
sending from Roy and
Johnny. ::Hunger's relative they say. In more ways
than one.:: he thought ruefully, admiring Dixie's
departing back and efficient,
thick bun just beginning to show graceful falling strands from underneath
paper white nurse's hat.
gang met up with the Sierra team when the park's BK-117 set down on
a nearby hillside that proved
free of obstructing pine trees and surprise
daytime heating downdrafts. The red helmeted rangers met
with an extra large stokes to accommodate the fallen woman's long board
51 could follow with their medical gear piled up in one of their own.
Both Roy and Johnny chose
to fly into Rampart with the rapidly stabilizing
woman, and soon, they were on their way, quickly
buzzing over the cityscape
of suburban Carson.
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The engine and squad reported that they were available in quarters an
hour after that. Captain Stanley
found that they had returned home, to chaos.
Chief James O. Page, was waiting for them all, in
full department regalia,
standing by the large county wall map.
Hastily, the gang abandoned
helmets and jackets as they pulled in and
everyone tried their best to rid themselves of the thick
park dust that was
still coating them.
Gage hid the bloodstains under his nails that the
alcohol hadn't cleaned up
properly as everyone scrambled to the mop cupboard to get their black
inspection hats on in fast order. Then they lined up in stiff formation in the
bay in front of the
fire trucks and waited until Cap quickly got into his
Captain Stanley strode forward
in surprise. "Chief? You want to inspect the
station? I thought Chief McConnikee had that detail this
"Your rumors were correct, Hank. But I'm not here for that so please, everybody,
relax. I'm here for another reason. I'm here to ask you all to do me a personal
favor." said Page.
"Oh? And what's that?" Cap asked his boss.
"Do you remember a fireman named Ed Marlowe from last year? He |
rode with your boys in the squad
for a bit while being evaluated for
the paramedic program."
"How can we forget? He was a real
cocky sort of a hot head, wasn't he?"
mumbled Chet under his breath to the others in line.."Glad
he failed to
make the grade."
Roy elbowed Kelly swiftly into silence before their all-seeing,
chief overheard him.
"I'm here to ask you, Hank, if Stoker could walk Fireman Marlowe
the engineer's program in a stint through your station."
The others' mouths gaped
open. All except Hank's, who couldn't, because
Page was still regarding him with a questioning expression.
uh, I'm sure he'd.. Stoker? You doing any off time in the next week?"
I'm available to train. Just give the word." Mike said surprisingly
his tillerman with a shoulder grasp and sputtered.
"That's....entirely up to you. I-I- I.. know how
busy you are studying for
your potential upcoming promotion to lieutenant and all..."
I'll do it." he said, nodding.
Page took in a big breath and sighed contentedly. "Great, Mr. Stoker. I |
knew you would. You're a
good fireman." said the chief.
"That he is..." murmured Cap, trying to stomach a very old feeling
Page was oblivious. "You know this means that you'll all follow through
take a turn teaching at the Fire Tower. This year's cadet
class is about to start. Their beginning
course work begins tomorrow
in fact. I've already made arrangements for HQ to cover your work
to accommodate.." smiled Chief Page.
The gang didn't know what to say. But then Mike filled the
"When do I shadow Ed, chief? When he ships back into town?" Stoker
"I'm already here, boys." said a country sounding drawl, coming from
Ed Marlowe, the ex-Viet Nam medic and current firefighter, saundered
into the garage.
He was wearing a brown denim jacket, complete with a rope tie, |
blue jeans and a cowboy hat. To
the 51 gang's dismay, he had already
helped himself to a sandwich from the refrigerator. "Hi, Mr.
know, I was real surprised the other month when you failed to recognize
me when I
helped you real estate shop for that new ranch house of Gage's."
he chuckled. "I'm glad I finally
got a chance to connect up those missing
memory dots for you...Know what I mean?"
began to laugh uproariously.
Still standing in line, Roy DeSoto slowly took off his inspection
and he began to nurse a frown... big time.
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