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"Trust me. You're gonna beat me. I'm an expert blood sprayer. I'm a fireman paramedic."
Gage said, rolling his eyes at Rosalie. "But you know what? I'm gonna cheat a little first.
See this clear paste on my finger? It's medicine. It's gonna numb up your skin a little so that
prick will be even less than a paper cut for pain. Want some?"

Joshua shook his head. "That'd be cheating." he said confidently.

Gage blinked in surprise. "Wha-- uh, all right. Let me just swab you down then." he said
wiping off the lidocaine gel onto his pants leg.

Arnold acted all surgical assistant in mock for Joshua's entertainment. "Swab.." she said,
smacking an alcohol pad into Johnny's fingers. "Rubber binder." she said of the tourniquet.
"Water poker.." she said about the needle guide over the catheter.

Joshua giggled nervously. Then he screwed his eyes shut bravely and tried not to flinch.

Johnny stuck a vein expertly and got a flashback.

"" peeped Joshua.

"Screaming's allowed." Rosalie shared, still holding Joshua's arm still in between firm hands.

The boy bravely shut up. Then finally his eyes cracked wide open. "Is it time yet?"

"Yep." said Johnny, and he pulled out the needle. The boy's blood went flying from the I.V.
catheter's exposed end onto the wall behind them.

"Wow!" said Joshua. "It went twenty feet up! I swear it did. Auntie, did you see that?!" he said

"I did, Joshua." said Bernie, holding his face hiding wife. "Nice job." he said proudly. "That's
gotta be a record."

"Why did mine get so high up, Mr. Gage?"

"That's because your heart's beating so fast." he grinned, finishing his taping job. He followed
up by wrapping the boy's arm onto a soft I.V. board to keep it protected from bumps.
"Okay, one flat seven up, wide open." he promised, dialing up Joshua's new I.V. as high as
it could go.

Joshua held still expectantly. "Hey, how come I don't taste anything?"

Rosalie started chuckling. "That's because your veins don't have taste buds. They're pretty

"Oh. Too bad." said Joshua, slumping back into his aunt's arms to study Gage's wrap job and
the I.V. tubing in detail.

Johnny held up a finger. "No picking at it. Or germs'll get in and make you sick." he warned.

"I understand." replied the boy. He immediately yawned and his head started doing a head
bob, fighting sleep.

"Okay, get some shut eye. When you wake up, that dry tongue of yours will be long gone."
Johnny said, pulling up a sheet over Joshua's shoulders. "Just like we promised."

"Thank you." Gertie mouthed silently in gratitude.

Johnny sighed in satisfaction and flipped back onto his back. "No problem. I'm a huge fan of
the Arm Water Club." he said loud enough for Joshua to hear.

The boy finally relaxed in his aunt's arms and slumbered.
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From: patti k (
Subject: Cracked..
Sent: Mon 11/22/10 2:26 AM
The last chink in the wall barrier inside Caisson Four fell away, revealing a
tiny hole that opened into the pitch black space beyond. A USAR firefighter
wearing an air bottle inserted a chemical sniffer and operated a switch
on it while the others stood well away for safety. Through his sweaty mask,
a smile suddenly broke out onto his face. "Slightly elevated carbon dioxide
and ample oxygen. We've still got breathing people in there!" he announced,
motioning the heavy equipment team back into the crawl space they
had all excavated. "No poisonous hazards evident."

Roy kept his relief guarded. "What exactly does he mean by that?"
he mumbled.

Brice answered, smiling softly. "Only carbon dioxide is made by living
things or by things that used to be living being burned. The fact that he
picked up no traces of carbon monoxide means nothing's on fire nor has
been anywhere near us. So that means there's guaranteed good life signs
on at least some of our victims."

"How high are the levels?" asked Robert Cooper, hanging onto his radio.

The hazmat firefighter replied, "They may be a little sleepy in there, but
it's nothing life threatening. Won't be for a long time."

"Okay, shove in that hose and start flooding their space with medical oxygen.
Make sure the percentage stays between 19.5 and 22 percent. Anything
above or below those numbers means we abandon this site until we establish
new ventilation holes to fix the imbalance from a safer location." Robert ordered.

The fireman nodded, working quickly to provide their unseen victims breathing

Behind him, Brice nodded approval. "Nineteen point five means black out risks
for unprotected rescuers or stalled motorized equipment and the high number
is the point where a spark started fire cannot be put out by any means."

"I remember my fire physics, Craig." Roy said with annoyance.

"Sorry, I analyze out loud sometimes when I'm not in charge of a rescue."
Brice said.

Robert was oblivious to the two paramedics behind him.
"Step aside for a moment." he said to the digger who had broken through.
"I'm gonna try something new to get their attention. We've got greater access
now." Cooper set a megaphone right up against the orange sized hole that they
had spent nearly seven hours of careful work chipping open. "This is the Los
Angeles County Fire Department Urban Search and Rescue Team. If you
can hear me, come to the sound of my voice!" he shouted. Then he motioned
for silence with a dusty glove. He aimed a hasty flashlight inside to send in a
bright beam of light as another signal.

A sharp piercing scream of a child running to them shocked the whole
group. A scratched and bloody arm suddenly thrust through the small
hole to grab at Robert's shoulder frantically in a mindless, death like grip.

"DeSoto! Brice!" Robert yelled for them, gently keeping the panicking
child from clutching his jacket.
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"Hey! You in there!" Roy shouted, quickly rushing forward. He gripped the child's
arm right back to offer tangible comfort. "Don't panic. We see you. What's your
name?" He struggled for a moment along with Brice, trying not to inflict
any harm to the existing injuries they could see on their patient's arm. "Listen to
me. We're gonna get you out of there real soon. But you're gonna have to
calm down so you don't hurt yourself any worse. Do you understand me?"

The most base animalistic cry was the only reply.

Brice shook his head. "Altered level. Pulse's racing. We're gonna need
a sedative." he said.

"I'll get your drug box." volunteered Robert. He quickly got it.

Roy shifted around to snug the child's arm underneath his armpit in
a safe restraining hold with his back to the wall.
"I've got a good grip. It won't break free." he grunted.

"How old would you say? You have kids." Brice asked DeSoto.

"Five, maybe six." Roy strained. "Hurry, Brice."

"I am. Guessing sixty five pounds average weight. Going with short acting
Diazepam : 0.2 mg/kg." he gasped, drawing up the medication swiftly
into a syringe from a vial.

The screams grew louder and increasingly more frenzied when the child
behind the wall found no easy escape.

Robert gaped. "Wait a minute, what about a possible allergic reaction? You
don't know anything about this kid."

"This panic attack is life threatening. Just look at all the lacerations! These
are self inflicted." Roy said angrily. "Gonna have to chance it!"

"Okay. Okay." Cooper said, backing off. "You're the expert. I'm not a

"Craiggg." Roy gasped with effort to not exert too much of his strength
onto the slippery arm.

"I got it. I got it. Going for a vein. Lock your muscles down." he warned.
He quickly dumped a hasty, liberal splash of alcohol over the child's
skin, all over. Then he chose his spot to stab down with a fast plunge of
his needle.

The child howled and tried to jerk free from Roy's grip with inhuman
strength. "NahhhHHH!"

"Roy!" warned Brice.

"Not moving an inch." DeSoto strained. "Go ahead and push it!"

Brice took exactly three seconds to inject everything.
"It's all in. Hold on now." Brice said, jerking out the needle and syringe.
He tossed it away into a crack in the ground.

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A half minute later the loud screams behind the hole quickly fell away
into rapid gasps that grew deeper in a solid medicated effect. Roy felt
the child's muscles sag as the urge to fight was quickly encouraged by
the circulating Valium to leave. "Guys, I'm not gonna let go to prevent a
fall. Work around me." he gasped, his face wet with perspiration.

"We can do that." Robert said. "Pry bars!" he snapped to his team.
"Protect that arm with swaddling. We've got to expose at least a head
as soon as we can!" he ordered.

Firemen rapidly maneuvered three halligans in a ring around the lip of the
hole to break away even more chunks of crumbling concrete. A minute
later, a tawny head finally tumbled through limply, half out.

"It's a girl!" said a USAR man as long muddy hair noodled down the wall.

Brice braced the girl's head and neck so she had a good airway
established. "Get her some oxygen." Craig ordered.

A support man pointed a spare O2 tank's bare tubing on a fast flow in
front of the mud coated girl's lolling nose and mouth. "Is she awake?" he
asked, wiping thick slime away from around her lips and nostrils with
a few gloved fingers.

"Yeah. She's just been numbed. Breathing's gonna be fine." Brice replied.
"Get that hole bigger so we can get her safely out and onto a board."

"Found an active bleeder." Roy said pulling a bright red glove away.

"Where?" asked Craig peeling back the girl's eyes in a pupil check
where she was partially shoulder draped through the hole as USAR
carefully made it larger. "She is shocky."

"Top of her head. It's fresh." he said, replacing his work glove again directly
over the wound to control the hemorrhage. "No soft spots or depressions.
Gotta be just a scalp tear." DeSoto said, feeling around with his other hand
where he couldn't see because of close quarters with so many. He began
to hate the unrevealing size of the hole in the wall.

Finally, a large boulder of pavement gave way in an avalanche of pulverized
powder, releasing their trapped victim. Brice shoved his arms in further,
supporting the girl's back on top of his arms with her head resting level
on one of his jacketted shoulders. Quickly other hands began stabilization
as they slowly maneuvered her free and out of the broken wall.

As soon as she was gone, Cooper was back at the gap, with his megaphone.
The hole wasn't yet large enough for a full sized man to squeeze through.
"This is USAR Rescue! Anybody there?!"

The listener on the probe near them suddenly gave a thumbs up.
"I got a reply. A male voice in a yell. But it's faint. Real faint."

"Start shoring up that ceiling in there. Then we'll go in once it's safe."
Robert said to the USAR and Navy Seal teams surrounding him.

DeSoto and Brice had already tuned them out to focus their whole
attention on the girl they had placed onto a flat surface out in the open.
Another man took over for Roy in controlling the girl's head bleeding with
a large compress. Craig still angled the child's jaw forward for breathing
room while her ragged breaths continued reacting to the Diazepam. Roy
peeled off his soiled work gloves for medical ones from a bag. He quickly
cut away the child's shredded clothes looking for obvious injuries. He found
only bruises and nicks. A coordinated log roll found pretty much the same
story on her back and lower half. They quickly bundled her up in warm, dry
blankets after securing her spine, legs and head with the straps inside of a
small Kendrick extrication device.
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"Keep her on blow by. She's gonna snap out of it pretty quick here." Roy said
to the fireman keeping up her indirect oxygen flow. The little girl's unfocused
open eyes began to stop their aimless wandering and started focusing on
shapes. The first one, was Roy's face. She moaned in the first signs of intelligent
fright as she began crying noiseless tears. "Shhh. It's okay, hon." DeSoto
soothed. "You're safe. We're firemen who've come to rescue you. What's
your name? Can you talk?" DeSoto encouraged with a warm smile.

She began to sob huge wracking silent cries, but she never looked away
from Roy's eyes. Finally, her lips worked. "I'm Chl..Chloe.." she whispered.

"Chloe? Okay. That's a very pretty name. I'm Roy and this is Craig and
we're gonna take really good care of you. But first, can you tell us who
else was in that hole with you?"

Chloe swallowed on automatic, still a little fuzzy from the sedative.
"I don't know. I didn't know any of them.."

"How many?"

"I d-- I can't remember.." she frowned in confusion.

"That's okay. Did you see men and women with you?" asked Brice,
as he took the girl's first BP.

"Yeah." she said dully, shivering.

Roy felt her carotid pulse for a count. "122, regular." he reported.
"Shall we try again, captain?" he asked Cooper, looking up.

"No, that's all the information we need to go on." Robert said, looking
down at them. "She's just confirmed she was with at least some
of the others we saw on the imager." he turned his head to the fireman
on the sound probe. "How far would you say?"

"Couldn't tell. Depends on whether or not there's a bend or a wall or
two in the way of direct line of sight from the microphone." he said.

Cooper ducked his head in frustration. "Mmm." he grunted. "Okay.
Good enough. Quit the probe and start setting up the girl's stokes for
a lift outta here topside. I'll call in the Coast Guard chopper
when the paramedics say they're ready for one."

Craig had overheard.
"Five minutes. She's stable. We just want to staunch this scalp
wound's flow a little better." Brice told him. "Some of it's arterial."

"Standing by." Robert waved. Then he turned back a sharp
focus on his men who were literally building supports to hold up
the top of the hole and the passageway leading beyond it. He
could barely see five feet within it, the darkness was so great.
::No wonder she was screaming, what a nightmare.:: he thought.

Brice looked up at Roy. "You disappointed that she didn't have
signs of first aid done on her, too?"

"Yeah. I was kind of hoping that Johnny would have left his
mark, you know?"

"We're on a hot trail, DeSoto. That's sure better than yesterday."

Roy nodded in agreement eagerly and bent down low to
check on Chloe's mental status once more.
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From:  patti k (
Sent: Thu 11/25/10 10:25 PM
Subject: Fresh Eyes...

The freeway was utterly devoid of evacuation traffic. They
had all been redirected away from the sea a half day ago.

Frank Poncherello and Jon Baker were travelling slowly along
a cliff top highway on their motorcycles, parallelling the coastline.
Every so often, they'd pull over onto the deserted margin and
peer down the drop off to the rocks below to look for survivors
from wave destroyed boats or cars on the beach level highway
that used to course below them.

There wasn't much of its pavement left. Only twisted guard rails
and water scoured, mud filled craters.

Ponch took off his helmet as he set one foot on a rock to peer
over the edge. There was nothing left of the wide sand margin that
he knew used to be Roy Rogers State Park off of the PCH. That
freeway, didn't exist any more. "One. Two. Three.. " he counted,
squinting through his dry sea salted sunglasses. "Four bodies, Jon.
And a charter fishing boat, keeled. Its sails are still up so I assume
it was manned when the tsunamis struck. Air pockets seem very
unlikely. I can see surface water all the way to the top where the
exposed hull's been cracked open."

"Identifying name?"

"HMS Moonstruck."

"Got it." he said, writing down notes onto their disaster
scene survey pad. "Anything or anyone hung up on the cliff rocks?"
Baker asked. "We're at mile marker 14."

"Nothing." Ponch said grimly. "There's just those dead beach goers
floating out along the kelp line. It's a sheer face. No one would have
been able to climb that at all to get away. Not without climbing gear.
And who packs any mountain gear for a picnic lunch at the beach?"
he snapped.

"We'll find somebody, Ponch. We always do. All we have to do is
cover enough ground." Jon said softly, resting a glove on Frank's
dirty shoulder.

"I know that, partner. It's just so frustrating. Here we have all of this
special EMS training and we haven't been able to use any of it yet for
a whole entire day." said Frank. "I'm getting sick of tallying corpses."
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"Come on. One more mile. Then we'll break for dinner back at USAR
Base Camp, all right?" Baker suggested.

"Okay." said Ponch, suddenly emotionally tired. "One more go."

On the next stop, their elevated highway had taken them around a
corner that led to a wide view of the bay where the Vincent Thomas
Toll  Bridge used to be. They could see a flurry of activity by some rescue
boats and soon, a Coast Guard helicopter began hovering over a caisson
remnant practically in the middle of it.

"Where is that exactly?" Frank asked, pointing.

"That's.." Jon held up a gloved hand with fingers pointed sideways
along the horizon, measuring eyeballed horizontal handspans, one
by one. "Caisson number four, I think. Looks like USAR, Baywatch,
and the L.A. County firefighters have found somebody. Maybe even
our two missing ambulance folk." he hoped.

Ponch didn't take his eyes away from the stokes stretcher slowly
being hoisted up to the receiving hatch of the chopper. "Nah, uh.
I don't buy that. That just doesn't wash."

"Are you trying to be funny?" Baker asked, faintly disgusted.

"No, G*d no. Just think about it, Jon. That dead EMT Mel Turner bailed
Mayfair Three immediately after he spotted the wave coming according
to Captain Cooper. And both he and that rig were found swept up, still
fairly intact, on the beach. The physics in my head about of all that moving
water at the speed in which it came says, there's no way in H*ll that rig was
ever out as far as caisson four to ride that wave back the same distance
without being thoroughly disintegrated first. There's got to be at least three
quarters of a mile separating us and where those rescuers are working right

Jon considered. "I'll buy that." He bit his lip. "So... What's the closest point
you think it was then in actuality? I don't trust my own guesses. You've always
beaten me hands down when it comes to thinking out any accident reconstruction

"Caisson One." Ponch said with absolute certainty.

"You're sure about that?"

"I'll bet my badge on it." Frank said seriously.

Jon just nodded and hurried back to his bike. He jammed his helmet back
onto his head and pulled on his leather gloves again. "Could they have
missed a pocket or two out there? I remember earlier radio traffic this morning
which said that they checked Caisson One with dogs and didn't find any signs."

"Again, seawater's powerful. I can see scents being disintegrated just
as easily as I can boats, cars and ambulances." Ponch said. "Maybe
all the traces that search dogs can line up on are gone. Maybe what clues
are left can be found with human brain power. Remember, they were in
a hurry. And when they were on Caisson One, it was hardly dawn yet. The
light levels weren't that good then to see much of anything. Remember that
fog bank?"

Ponch's infectious probability dabbling won Baker over. Jon finally nodded.
"Okay. After lunch, let's head back there and take a look at USAR's painted
markers. That part's still motorcycle accessible off the peninsul--." He broke
off at Ponch's suddenly doubting look about his level of actual commitment.
"Ponch, I'm agreeing with you. It doesn't hurt going over the area a second
time in  my book."

Frank pegged him with another eager stare.
"The fire department doesn't control us, remember? They can't order us
away, even if they wanted to." Ponch grinned toothily.

"No, but they can call in the regular police if they think what we're doing
risks life and limb without a reasonable just cause."

"So we'll be careful. I still wanna go play Sherlock. Just don't fall into a
crack and die, Jon." Ponch said, shaking a finger at his partner in jest.

Baker smiled. "Same goes for you, too, partner." he said, grinning right
back. "Okay, you win. Let's go see if we can try to find our friends using
CHiP tactics and analyses."

"I'm with you all the way. What's a tsunami when you think about it? It's
just another accident, right? A really big, wet one."

"Yeah, and no tire marks." Baker scoffed.

Soon, both CHiP officers were screaming back along the lonely highway
for USAR Base Camp, stationed on the high hill next to bridge entry point one.
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From: patti k (
Sent: Tue 11/30/10 10:58 AM
Subject: Initial Findings...

Bellingham was hoisted up into the Coast Guard chopper to attend
the little girl who had been found inside of caisson four. He took the
notes that Roy and Brice had taken on her condition from the frogman
who had retrieved her. "Still conscious?" he shouted, slipping on a
communications helmet.

"Yeah. Her name is Chloe." replied the wet suited Guardsman.
"Breathing got a little fast on the way up. I.V.'s TKO."

"Bump it up to full flow now that we're done jostling her around."

"Yes, sir. By the way, Rampart's full. We're heading for Sinai."

Bellingham nodded at the news. Then the blond haired moustached
paramedic looked down at his young patient. "Hi." he said to Chloe, who
was still gripping the edges of the stokes so hard that her knuckles were
white. He was heartened to see that she could focus on him even though
she didn't say anything. A pulse check confirmed for him what he thought
was bothering her. "You watched, huh?"

She blinked very fast, still terrified. "Y-You firemen do this every day?!"
she peeped, not really calming down after her aerial cable lift experience.
"We're so high up."

"Piece of cake." he said, flashing his warm teeth at her. He began to fuss
over getting another BP. "I'll be with you all the way to the hospital. How's
the head?"

"What head?" the girl panted numbly. She didn't even seem to register that
she was strapped down onto a spine board inside of a solidly secured head
block and cervical collar. Her breaths were fast and short.

Bellingham glanced up at the Guardsman in puzzlement. "Did she faint?"

The diver shook his head.
"They had to use Diazepam. She panicked through a hole." he reported.

Bob nodded, looking down. "Never mind, Chloe." he said kindly, patting her
shoulder. "Can you tell me who you were with before you found yourself with
those other drivers behind that wall?"

"I was with.. my school group from... Hickory Elementary on a field trip."
she said quickly. Her voice was jerky, but strong, fogging up her oxygen
mask in spite of the fast flow inside of it.

"Do you know where your classmates are now?" Bellingham encouraged,
thinking ahead about possible new trapped victims.

Chloe's mouth worked, twitching spastically. Almost a full minute
passed by before she spoke again. "I got scared after we hit the car in front
of us. I think I jumped out the side door. I remember running down the
road as fast as I could to get away from the big wave. When I looked back
to see if anybody else had followed me,.." she broke off, her eyes unblinking
and dull from the sedative Roy had given her. "..they were gone. There was
nothing behind me any more. Then the road under me fell and I fell with it."

Bellingham reconnected the leads from her EKG cables back to a portable
monitor. "Believe it or not. That was two days ago."

"It was?" shivered Chloe, still tightly finger locked on the handle bars of her

"Uh, huh." he smiled. "It's Saturday." he said, covering her up snugly with a
wool blanket over the shock sheet.

"Wow. I'm not... even hungry." she panted, still bugged eyed and gape

"You probably won't be. You've been through quite an adventure." Bob told
her. "Just try to relax a little more." he said, finally finding the dose she had
been given on Roy's paramedic notes. "Chloe, are you in any pain right now?"

"No." she answered, still staring dully around the chopper without seeing

"Okay." he smiled, trying to get her to make eye contact by leaning over
her face. "Think you can make your fingers let go yet?"

Her eyes closed. Chloe panted brokenly a few more times under
her oxygen mask. Then she held her breath and slowly uncurled them with
a concerted effort, sobbing.

"There you go. You're all right. You're still okay." Bob told her, gripping
them in comfort as he helped her fold them onto her stomach.

"Why do they feel funny?! They're all stiff!" she said, her voice rising, as
her eyes flew back open.

"That's because you were clenching them so hard. Chloe, you're fine. Scared,
but fine. Nothing bad is going to happen to you any more. I'm keeping you safe.
That's my job. Now your job right now is to settle down before you start
panicking again, all right?  I don't want to have to give you any more of that
medicine that is making you feel so weird right now."

Chloe shook with the fear she was feeling that only now was beginning to
show on her sedation slack face. "What?"

Bellingham kept the smile on his face.
"Try and slow your breathing here. That's why you're dizzy. It's too fast for lying
down, okay?"  Bellingham told her, holding her shoulders. "That's most of the
weird going on right now inside of you."
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"Okay.." she gasped. "I'll try."

"Take a deep breath, and then hold it as long as you can. That'll help. I'll be right
here. I'm not going anywhere." he encouraged, glancing up at the racing heartbeat
on her monitor casually, thoroughly unconcerned.

Chloe fought her emotions and won as her hyperventilation was slowly self
controlled. "Mom tells me to do that, too." she said when it was over. "It's one
of my exercises."

"Your mom? It's good advice. What's her name?"


"What's her last name?" he said, peering at her eyes with a pen light, one by
one. They were sluggish from the sedative, but normal.


"And you both live in Torrance?" he said pocketting the light.

"Yes. On Opal Street."

"Okay, Chloe Johnson from Opal Street. Nice to meet you." he said,
shaking her hand. "I'm Bob Bellingham from Fern Avenue. And I went
to the same school as you when I was little so I guess that makes us

"Really?" she asked, wide eyed, grasping for any shred of normalcy.

Bob narrowed his eyes at her appraisingly in a challenge. "In the playground,
there is a tree next to the yellow swing set by the flag pole. If you squeeze in
between the fence and the tree there is a secret niche next to it that all the
kids go to in order to carve their initials into the bark, sight unseen, with a
pair of scissors borrowed from art class."

"You did go to Hickory!" she smiled for the first time, hugely. "You won't tell
any one about the tree?" she asked, her face immediately waxing into worry.

"On playground honor, I won't tell a soul." he chuckled, holding up boy scout
pledging fingers. "Never have, until now."

"When I get better, mom and I are going to go back to look for yours on the
tree." she yawned, finally relaxing her entire body as she let go of her will.

"Look for B.B.. It's there." he told her.

"I will." she said, fighting to keep her eyes open as sheer exhaustion set in.
"Thank you, Mr. Bellingham."

"See? Nothing wrong with your memory. You're going to be just fine, C.J."

"Yep, that's me. And I got my initials higher up than anyone's." The little girl
was smiling as she fell quickly asleep. "I dare you to go look if you don't b---"
She fell silent, snoring peacefully.

Bob corrected her airway by readjusting a chin strap and smiled right back at her
tenderly, thinking of his own daughter the same age who was safely evacuated
away from the coastline.

He raised a signal on his biophone and got a doctor to respond to his call for
a patient condition report. "Sinai Base, this is Squad 51. How do you read?"

##This is Dr. Benobi, go ahead.## came a voice.

"Sinai, we've a female aged ten years, victim of a bridge collapse, initially
suffering from an acute anxiety attack. She has numerous self inflicted cuts
and abrasions about her face, arms and hands with a larger one on the back
of the head. Bleeding has been controlled. We've established an I.V. D5W
and had to use emergency Valium. Anxiety effects have been neutralized.
Vital signs are: B.P. post sedation is 74 over 50, pulse 110 and regular,
pupils are equal and reactive. Respirations have settled from hyperventilations
to... eighteen and shallow, without distress. Patient has been C-Spine
immobilized for precautionary measures and is on 100% O2. Stand by for
a strip. This will be Lead II." he reported.

##Standing by, 51.##

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Roy DeSoto and Craig Brice were crawling deep inside the crack leading
away from the hole in which they had rescued the little girl. They were
following behind four USAR firefighters, armed with headlamps and
safety ropes.

"Carbon dioxide's building. They're around here somewhere. Look sharp."
said one of them, studying the air sniffer's small screen.

The crevasse between concrete slabs suddenly widened into a small
maintance room through a hole in a wall and inside they all heard a familiar
moan. It was the male victim they had heard when Captain Cooper had called
out using his megaphone ten minutes earlier.

"Split up!" said the team's lieutenant. "Keep down until you find some head room."

"Blood over here." said Brice, seeing some by his glove as he slowly stood
up in the larger space.

"And here." said another fireman.

"I'm coming over there." said DeSoto in the darkness to Brice and the others.

Their tiny pools of battery light finally converged onto a pair of feet. A male
victim. "Here's one!" said Roy working his way headward.

"I found one, too. A female. Looks like she's been impaled through the abdomen."
reported Brice. "She's alive." he said after a quick pulse check. "Bleeding's minimal.
It's being dammed up." Brice said. "I want nobody jostling that rod until we've
got a pair of I.V.s going in wide open."

The USAR team members finished their searching sweep of the space. "I've got
another older female over here." said another. "Pulse's irregular."

"Is she conscious?"

"No." replied the firefighter. "Breathing's adequate."

"I'll be right there." said Brice. "Check her for anything life threatening." he said,
crawling to the first woman's side to take a look at her impalement injury. "Floor
to ceiling, huh?" he muttered, checking out the angling of the rod piercing her body.
"A torch will handle this better than a saws-all." he suggested to the USAR team
surrounding him.
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"I agree." said the USAR man with him who was monitoring the woman's vital signs.

Brice looked over his shoulder. "Roy, how's your man?"

"Awake, but confused. I can't find anything wrong with him." DeSoto replied about
the first man they had found. "The blood around him's not his."

"That might be the little girl's. Pre-existing condition?" Brice asked.

"Most likely. Pulse's weak." Then he thought of something. He leaned down and
checked the smell of the man's breath. "Craig, his breath is sweet."


"Yep. I'll get an insulin drip going. Then I'll check out that other woman."

A crackle came over their HTs. ##USAR One to USAR Two. Progress report?## came
Cooper's voice. He was still back at the entrance to the hole leading to the way
out, monitoring his men.

"Three victims in a breached room at one hundred twelve feet on the rope." replied
a firefighter to Robert. "Two females and a male, one is trapped by impalement.
We're going to need cutting gear and mast trousers along with their stokes."

Brice nodded in affirmation, flashing a thumbs up at the idea.

##10-4, I'll get things prepped. Two of you work your way back along the rope
for the gear. I'll have it ready in three.##


Brice looked up from the BP he was getting on the abomen stabbed woman.
"Roy, you don't look happy."

"We can't ask them about Rosalie and Johnny. They're in no condition to talk."
DeSoto replied.

"So let's wake up the man and then ask him. It shouldn't take long to get his
blood sugar back down to normal levels. He's the best candidate for that."

"You're right." Roy nodded.

"No, I'm just guessing. As soon as we evacuate these three, we can go on
searching the area. Bound to be some clues turning up soon." Brice said.

"I sure hope so." Roy muttered, quickly swabbing a place down on the man's
arm in which to start his I.V. "Nobody's looking for them harder than we are."
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From: patti k (
Sent: Thu 12/02/10 1:05 PM
Subject: A Breather...

Dr. Brackett found Dixie by the Logistics table in Triage. She
was reading a message from CA-2. She saw Kel as she was
sitting down onto a chair wearily, clutching the note with dubious

"Another change?" he asked, giving her a hug along with a fresh
cup of coffee.

She gratefully accepted both. "Oh, bless you. I think my blood's
half coffee by now, but oh, well." she said toasting him with it
before downing the whole cup in a few expert swallows. McCall let
out a long satisfied sigh afterwards. "Oh, that's good." she shivered
in pleasure with a huge smile. Then she frowned. "To answer your
question, yeah, another one. Only this time, I'm not so sure it's a good

"Oh? What did the chief say?" Kel asked.

"He's standing down all of Mayfair Company for the rest of the night. Including
me. Seems a backup company from Nevada's here and can cover our routes

Dr. Brackett didn't look away from her. "Go. No.. Run. While you still can. Joe,
Mike and I can handle it here easily until morning. Things have hit a lull strangely
enough. The coroner's services are now busier than we are."
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She smacked him a good one, lightly, across the shoulder."Tell me that isn't due
to a failing on our part?"

"It's not. From the EMS perspective, that's a plus. It means that we've kept up
with the demand and excelled at it. The body count now is just a reflection of
the size and scope of this disaster. It's running the length of the state, Dix.
It's anywhere there's a coastline or elevation less than twenty five feet above
sea level and up to a quarter of a mile inland. I give it another day before
first responder injuries and illnesses start cropping up due to errors in judgment
because of fatigue. Battalion's trying to offset that effect before it happens.
That curve will only rise when victim numbers among the general public.."

"...start outstripping our rescue services, causing higher personnel casualties.
Mainly, for not keeping safe enough while working." she said dryly.

Kel smirked. "I see you've attended the same disaster management classes
I have." he sighed.

"Par for the course, Kel. A head of a department is a head of a department,
nursing or doctoring. We're both in white." she shrugged matter of factly.

"Hmmmm." he agreed, stretching out sore muscles as he got way too
comfortable in the chair next to hers. He closed his eyes, briefly giving in
to the weariness that was sagging even his skin. "Trade you places." he
sighed. "You can have it." he said spreading his arms wide from where he

"Nah Uhh. No way. That lab coat is allll yours, including the job that matches
the size of what we nurses call your paycheck." she chuckled.

"It's big." he nodded in grudging surrender about their disaster assignments
and an honest opinion about his salary.

"Yep. So enjoy. I guess I'm out of here." she capitulated, rising gingerly out
of her chair to her very tender feet. "But I'll be d*mn*ed if I'm gonna sleep
through any of this."

Kel grinned.

She turned back to him. "You already know where I'm heading. Want me to
poke around a little once I get there to see how things are going?"

"Yeah, could you do that? Seems like our usual busy hospital stomping grounds
are suddenly a very small place compared to what we've lived through
the last forty eight hours." said Dr. Brackett. "It would be nice to hear of news
from home." he said seriously. "Give my regards to Sharon when you see her?"

Dixie nodded and blew him a kiss as she ambled tiredly away. "I will. Watch your
rear, Kel, or I'm gonna kick it up to your teeth if I find out you're overdoing it."

He made a shooting shotgun in acknowledgement to extend the same threat
right back at her, but lightly.

"Annoying having a boyfriend. I think I might try going single for a while."

"You already have for eight years. I can wait a little longer." he promised.

She swiped an arm in his direction for him to pipe it down as she giggled.

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"Thanks for the lift, Vince." Dixie said as she opened up the black and white
squad car's passenger door.

"No problem. I'm on my way to pick up a parent for a child Squad 51's flying
to Sinai." he replied.

She waved and started heading for Rampart's emergency doors.

"Oh, and Dixie?"


"Flash your badge and they'll let you in. They're still in lock down." Howard
told her.

"Oh, you mean like this?" she asked, posing, suggestively coquettish,
showing him some fully trousered nursing uniformed leg from around the
fire jacket that Brice had given her to use for warmth from the night before.

Vince blushed crimson and tire squealed out of the drop off lane before he
had to reply back.

Dixie smirked. "Even half dead from lack of sleep, I still got it." she grinned,
trudging up to the doors to ring the night bell. *Rinnnng.*

The hospital intercom snicked into life. ##This is Rampart Emergency, what's
yours?## said a very familiar voice. It was Betty. Dixie glanced up to see that
the outer security camera light was on the air and realized the beef was up.

"It's me." Dixie replied, rolling her eyes at the depressed talk button under
her thumb.

##Who?## challenged a second warm voice. This time recognizable as Carol.

Dixie cocked her jaw, hearing the jest fully in her coworker's voice and didn't
lose her exterior cool, but her smile leadened just a bit."Little pig, little pig,
let me in!" she stage whispered, more bite than purr.

##Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin..## replied Betty, tittering.
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"Well you've sure got enough of them." McCall groused, trying to hurry the joke

##Oooo...## came a chorus from the clustering staff at the security desk
listening in.

Dixie planted her feet and plied the Voice. "Then I'll huff and I'll puff,..
and I'll--"

##Wait a minute, guys. Hurry up and buzz the door or she'll actually do it.##
said Sharon Walters urgently, naively worried.

Dixie just shook her head, beaming from ear to ear as she traipsed past
the secondary door electronically unlocked for her.

"Sorry, Dixie." Walters demurred once they were face to face.

McCall passed off her fire jacket to her counterpart with a shrug.
"It's all right. We all get the same sense of lame humor during times
like these. I know. I've been doing it long enough myself." she smiled.
"How's it going?" she asked, casting an appraising eye all around
the crowded, but quiet, hallway they had entered.

Sharon took in a deep breath, ready with an answer. "Everyone's
been poked, prodded, x-rayed, categorized, and interviewed,.. but
some haven't been treated past rehydration or basic life threat
management. We've about a hundred or so, still lining the hallways on
every floor."

Dixie merely nodded, not reaching for Sharon's incident sheets on her
clip board. McCall crossed her arms in every semblance of close listening.

Walters finally caved in. "I feel like I'm moving from one staff-to-patient
conundrum to the next." Sharon moaned, letting off her stress dramatically.

McCall just smiled. "That tight roped, teeth clenching, gut reaction you've
just described is absolutely normal. Happens to everyone suffering middle
management as a job." Dixie replied, hitching a hip onto a counter top.

Sharon just slumped on the stool behind the main emergency desk after
tossing Dixie's fire turnout carelessly over her shoulder and onto the floor.

Her reaction just made Dixie's grin deepen even further.

"Oh, yeah?" Walters asked sullenly. "So what's the antidote?"

"That's easy. It's handling one--"

" thing at a time." Sharon parroted eagerly, wide eyed. "Oh, I figured
that out. It's sort of forced on you all the stronger, the more physically
crowded you get with visitor and patient numbers." Walters sucked in
her breath, analyzing. "But it's far from easy. I feel like a student again."

"All true." said Dixie, holding out her hand warmly. "Congratulations. You're
officially a head nurse in my book. Now all you have to do is turn gray. Then
people will actually start trying to listen to what you have to say to them."

"Only then? Dixie, I'm still young." she countered. She immediately backtracked
at the look on Dixie's face. "I didn't mean it that way. I.. oh, you know what I
meant." she said, crossing her arms over each other self consciously.

McCall immediately pulled them down."Appearance is everything. It helps
oodles, I've found, if you don't give them any choices to haggle over. Just
say it like it is. Then jump straight into what the consequences are going to
be if they don't follow your angle."

"I'm not a toughie. You are." Sharon sighed.

Dixie pegged Sharon on the nose to cheer her. "The secret is to never break
eye contact. Ever. Not until you've said every word on your mind about an


"Mmm Hmm. You see, management doesn't require any physical strength. Not
like firefighting or police work. All it takes is a little moxy, finessing, and a whole
lotta up front in-your-face, disguised with some class. Act like you know what
you're doing. And that'll take you miles."

Sharon looked skeptical.

Dixie just waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, just give it a while. You'll figure it out.
Watch me corral both Roy and Johnny some time with my lion eyes move. I
can make them do anything I want business wise.." McCall yawned hugely.
"..even without saying a single solitary word."

Walters studied Dixie thoughtfully for a few moments. Then she rose from her seat
to go fetch a fresh pot of coffee that had finished brewing. She offered it to Dixie
who shook her head vigorously in the negative.

"I'm way beyond the caffeine cure." she sniffed. "The only thing that'll save this girl
is a hot shower in the resident's locker room and warm bed. Here." she said,
pulling her Mayfair HT out of her pocket. "I'll sleep better if this isn't in range of
my highly skilled nursing ears."

"For what do you want me to wake you?" Walters asked.

"Don't." she shrugged. "It can't get any worse than it already is."

"You've got a point there. Happy dreams, Nurse McCall." Sharon beamed as Dixie
abandoned her down the hallway to the tune of the prospect of a long, hot shower
and comfy sheets.

"I'm not here. Shhh...." McCall pantomimed, as she danced quietly away.

Walters immediately felt better, just having her around, however invisibly.
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