Together, he and Roy tossed away the tarp Rocky had used and got air flow running|
through the new
mask. They strapped it to Rocky's face. The fresh air seemed to
revive the older man and he groaned
in a slight recovery.
Gage ran his gloves over Rocky's body, looking at them after every few
searching or so for blood traces. Finally,.. "The blood's coming from his head, Roy."
"I got it." DeSoto replied, placing a rag he had found over the spot and applying
check his neck and back." Gage said after washing the blood off his gloves
in the water pouring in
from the broken window above them. He returned to
his assessment. "Rocky! Where else are you hurting?
Here?" he asked,
gripping around the back of his head and sliding his hands down his spine.
the driver gasped, clinging to the mask feeding him breathing room.
"Just my... my head."
won't need a backboard." Gage decided.
"Let's get him out now. This head wound can wait." Roy
agreed, turning so Johnny
could remove the extra life belt they had brought that was attached to
Johnny got it free and worked again over Rocky. "I'm going to put this life belt around
your waist. If I hit a sore spot, give a holler."
Rocky's eyes closed behind his air bottle mask.
"Rocky?" Gage said, grabbing the man's face with both hands, peering at his bloody face.
"He's going out." DeSoto said. "Still breathing okay though." he reported, feeling the driver's
with his free glove.
Johnny pulled out his HT from his pocket. "Engine 51. We've got a sixties
Head injury with foreign body eye involvement. Semi conscious. No burns. No fractures.
to extricate in one."
##10-4, Gage.## came Brice's reply. ##Ambulance crew has a cot waiting with
O2 standing by. The fire's been contained in your immediate vicinity. You've got
heavy rain of hose water suddenly lightened to a strong mist around them
as coverage was moved to
a different involved area on the oil tanker at last.
Roy and Johnny both stood up and looked
out the hole in the cab they had made.
"Not enough room for a tandem belay. He's going to have
to go up alone." DeSoto
"I'm fine with that." Gage said, double checking the rope he
had looped onto
Rocky's life belt hook.
A minute later, Rocky's limp upper body was guided
out of the truck by Gage
maneuvering him by his legs and feet up to the bucket crew. Gage had strapped
bottle to Rocky's back so his clean air ventilation could continue uninterrupted.
moving off with your victim. Return trip for both of you in two.## promised
the bucket man.
DeSoto replied over radio. Then he gave Johnny a leg up so
he could climb out of the truck. Gage returned
the favor and offered a hand down
to haul Roy up. Soon they were crouched down on top of the cab to
keep away from
the intense heat billowing from the rear of the tanker and the hot, foam covered
on the ground. They kept themselves wet with mist while they waited for their
own rescue trip off
Mike Stoker and Chet Kelly were there to take care of Rocky after he reached the ground.
They took temporary charge of the next steps of aggressive treatment.
Craig Brice had taken
matters into his own hands enough to set the resuscitator
to passive mode and to get out all of the
gear boxes from the squad. He could tell at
a glance that Rocky was stable, if a little groggy, so
he knew his immediate help wasn't
needed. He returned to his place next to Ladder 9 to watch his
paramedics get pulled out.
Mike Stoker got on Rocky's head immediately after the two of them
centered him onto his side on Mayfair's cot on top of a shock sheet. Together, he
Chet peeled off Rocky's air bottle and harness and switched out his air mask for
an E and J's on
demand oxygen supply. Stoker kept a close thumb on the
trigger to offer a mechanical boost if Rocky
needed help breathing.
Kelly noted the mass of bloody rag sticking to Rocky's hair. He took over
applying pressure to the wound.
On the bridge, on the truck, Johnny ansed as he watched them
their patient far below. "His name's Rocky." he reported over the channel.
waved a confirm at Gage. A few seconds later, the engineer smiled when
Rocky finally opened dirt
"Ahh.." Rocky grimaced. "My eyes!" he fidgetted, whipping his head away
hands and the oxygen mask.
"We'll wash them out. Keep this over your nose and mouth. It'll help."
Shaking, the older man obeyed as the ambulance attendants raised the head of
his cot up to ease his breathing and help control the bleeding. "My son is going to
kill me. I'm
not...*gasp*... going to be there to take care of them." Rocky coughed.
"Take care of who?" Mike
asked, leaning in as he counted a carotid pulse on
"Neb and Sally. They're...
they're horses I'm in charge of. They pull a 1912 pumper."
he grinned fondly, half out. "Here." said
the driver, passing over a soggy business card
he pulled from a shirt pocket.
"A horse drawn
fire engine?" Mike asked in surprise after he saw the card's logo
illustration. There was a business
address on it.
"Yeah... this summer's been fun. They've both been my pride and joy. Had to help
Mac with them while he had his surger---" his voice trailed off into a gurgle and he
"Rocky? Hey!" Mike prompted. "I know you're tired. Take a deep breath for me."
He shot a light
puff of oxygen into the driver's lungs with the trigger valve. "Like this.
A few minutes more doing
it, and we'll let you sleep."
Startled, but stimulated, the man revived fully and began to cooperate.