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The Story Unfolds... Season Two, Episode Fifteen.. §§ 00:51 §§ Debut Launch: 1 October 2004. Emergency Main Characters Gallery |
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****************************************************** From : Cory Anda <andacory@hotmail.com> Sent : Monday, October 4, 2004 1:40 AM Subject : Dixie's Day Off... Dixie McCall stretched languidly on her raft just soaking in the southern Californian sunshine. ::It's just been far...too... long.:: she sighed, listening to the birds nearby playing in her apartment complex's birdbath. Max, the caretaker's cat, seemed to agree with her, stretching a single paw down from his perch on the poolside lifeguard chair. Children's laughter rang like belltones in her ears as she dozed under her sunhat and occasionally, the yips of the excited dogs watching the other tenants sharing the same pool, splashed and played on the sidelines. Sighing, Dixie let the sun fry out her aches, one by one. ::If I ever work another double shift like the one I had last night, may monkeys fly out of my butt.:: she thought. "Ohhh, I hate head colds." Dixie sniffed, ignoring yet another tickle running down her throat. She shifted on her inflatable, easing a sudden gut cramp. The tired nurse let the noonish summer's day work its magic, and ignored it. "Guess what, Kel?" she mumbled to herself, still quite alone on her side of the pool. "I'm cancelling dinner plans. This day is gonna be just ..for......ZZzzzzz...zzz.." The lulling waves returned her to a state of blissful somnolence. |
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Dixie didn't know how long she had drifted, when an uneasy pup's whine sliced through her dreams. McCall made a face. Then the kids started screaming. Dixie shot up onto her hands, blinking in the torrid sun's glare, her eyes tearing. She cast her head about towards the frightened children, shouting in alarm. "What's the problem here?!" One petrified boy pointed to someplace behind Dixie. McCall turned. One of the Miller dogs was still whining, standing rigid on a second floating rubber raft, looking at something down under the water. Dixie saw a wavering form shimmer, sprouting legs and motionless, drifting arms. "Mr. Miller!" she gasped, twisting off the raft. Dixie swam as fast as she could across the pool, shouting as she went, "Call the Fire Department Rescue Squad! My patio door's open!" she told the children. One of the oldest started running for the phone. Dixie plunged into the pool's depths, opening her eyes. It was deep at that end and Gerald Miller was no tiny teenager when she finally reached him and started hauling his spasming lanky body to the surface. She kicked through a plume of red. ::He's hit his head?:: McCall analyzed. |
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The side cramp biting her earlier made a comeback. Dixie grunted bubbles, cursing. But then her hand caught the edge of the pool's rim and her chin broke into the air. The stench of chlorine poured into Dixie's stuffy nose and she opened her mouth, spitting out luke warm water. "Is my brother ok?" asked a tiny blond girl in active horror. Dixie threw an arm over Ger's shoulder and rolled his slack face out of the water, taking care to not jar his spine. The teenager was unconscious now and he fountained water out his nose and mouth when she turned him. ::Drowning.:: she thought. Holding him still, the nurse beckoned to the kids. "Push something over to me!" she ordered, treading water. "I need a support surface to lie him on. Even a lounger will work." But the chairs along the sunning area were chained to the fence. Dixie swore. "There! Use that." and she jerked her head towards the blue raft from which the frantic dog was barking. Two young boys leaped in and shoved it close. Dixie managed to get it floating perpendicular under Ger's chest with his head splinted level in both her hands. She didn't bother to drain him further and started right in with a breath attempt. Ger gurgled, but his chest rose. McCall's fingers found the groove in his neck. ::Sh*t. His pulse's almost gone.:: Dixie kept holding the teenager's head in alignment around her jaw thrust. She lifted rushing eyes to the panicking children surrounding her."Kids, we gotta get him out. Now. Remember how to do that? Like I showed ya in kidscouts.. We're gonna make a ramp out of the pump pipe cover by the shed. All right? Go get it! I gotta keep helping him." she said, blowing another breath through the suffocating man's chest water. Ger's color had grayed before her eyes by the time they got back. "No, Ger. Keep fighting!" Dixie hissed into his ear as she pushed air into his lungs. The oldest boy ran back outside."The operator said that they're on their way! I got through!" "Terrific.." McCall grinned up at him. She used the other children swimming around her to keep Miller's head and back unjostled. Between the five of them, the slippery teen slid off the long piece of plastic onto the deck quickly. "Watch his head. Don't move his neck around..." Dixie told the older ones. |
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"He's bleeding!" cried the youngest. "It's not real bad. Head cuts are just messy." Dixie said automatically. "His neck beat's gone! His neck beat's gone!" shouted Ger's brother, knowing enough to check. "I know. He's just gone out. Don't be scared. Now. He'll need that CPR stuff I taught you all, so girls, dry him off your beach towels, especially around his chest. Then nest them about him to soak up all of this water." Dixie said rapidly, thinking ahead for future defibrillating. Hauling on a rope of floats, McCall flung herself out of the pool. She scrambled over to the teen's head and reopened an airway by lifting his jaw bone. "Michael, now take over here. Hold his chin just like this when you give your breaths, ok? Move nothing else. I'll start here." Dixie told the boy, beginning compressions. "Don't be alarmed if water squirts out after a bit. Let it come. The more of it, the better." Dixie's cramp was a vice now, and her nose ran, so she lifted one leg and crouched on her right foot to ease it. Already, McCall was sweating and beads of it stung her eyes. She glanced up as Ger's brother delivered another breath mouth to nose. "That's fine, Mike. Give those a little deeper. Keep going. Good job." McCall panted, keeping up her CPR. After each pulse check, Dixie lifted her head toward the veranda's main gate listening acutely for the sound of sirens. ****************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" <laterrapincabesa@hotmail.com> Date: Thu Oct 7, 2004 8:32 pm Subject: The Narrow Path.. Dixie McCall reached down yet again to the drowned teenager's throat after another long minute. Her chilled fingers found a thready carotid. "Michael! Trade places with me. He's got a pulse. Hold his head still, in between your knees, as I keep ventilating him." she requested, keeping in line stabilization with her hold on his airway. "Keep talking to him, hon. He's in trouble but he can still hear us." Stuttering nervously, Michael leaned down to his brother's ear. "Ger. I promise I won't tell anyone what you did in the house. Just wake up, ok? Dad's gonna be so mad you jumped head first into the shallow end like we're not supposed to." McCall looked up at the nine year old, about to ask him what that house comment had meant, when the wail of sirens and squealing tires heralded a paramedic squad's arrival. It was 51's. "Johnny! Roy! Non-breathing, but with a pulse now! He was under, I'm guessing,.. less than two minutes." DeSoto and Gage flew into the yard, 02 tank clattering, with a police officer in tow, lugging the defibrillator and a backboard. "Officer, set those by his head." Johnny ordered. Then he wrapped a thick cervical collar around Ger's neck without getting in the way of Dixie's mouth to mouth resuscitation. Roy moved immediately to kick the drying blankets the children had used out of the way. "Dixie? We thought the address was familiar." "Sorry for scaring you fellas but this was pressing.." she replied, delivering another breath to the boy carefully. Johnny felt the teen's distended stomach. "This getting in the way?" "More and more." Gage got busy setting up the demand valve to take over for the nearly exhausted nurse. Roy finished hooking up the EKG monitor and he put the defibrillator on charged standby. Then he set up the biophone's antennae and began a hail. "Rampart, this is Rescue 5..1.." |
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##Go ahead, 51## answered Brackett over the line. "Rampart, we have a male approximately fourteen years of age. Victim of an apparent diving accident." Dix waggled her head in agreement at Roy's guess at mechanism of injury as she accepted the positive pressure mask from Gage and began using it. Johnny flung open the I.V. box and grabbed out what he needed rapidly. Roy continued his report. "...He's been under active resuscitation, non-breathing now, but with a regained pulse following CPR. He's on 15 liters of assisted O2. Spinal precautions have been taken. Please stand by for the vital signs." He set the phone onto his shoulder as he tore pieces of IV tape off a dispenser to stick in rows onto his leg. ##Standing by, 51.## McCall rattled off Ger's pulse and its quality, and his consciousness level."120 and thready. No reaction to pain. Pupils, reactive, but sluggish." DeSoto nodded, getting a quick B/P while Johnny did a rapid head to toe survey after listening to the boy's breath sounds via scope. "I'm getting rales bilaterally." he said. "He took in a lot of water.." Dixie confirmed catching her breath back as she used the ventilator on their patient. Gage went on. "Negative Babinski's." he said after he ran a pair of forceps points up the bottom's of both of the teenager's feet. Dixie sighed in relief. "One point in his favor.." Gage rewrapped the stethoscope around his neck. He peered at the blood oozing from the boy's temple. "This looks minor. There's no depression." Then he looked for cerebral spinal fluid out the ears and nose. "No CSF, Roy." "Ok, Johnny. Better call out for the engine. His B/P's sixty over P." Gage jerked his head in affirmation and grabbed his walkie talkie. "L.A., This is Squad 51." ##Squad 51.## "Respond Engine 51 for medical assistance to our location." ## 10-4, Squad 51. Time out, 12:51.## Everyone ignored the broadcast tones over the frequency, double echoed through the squad's Motorola Converta-com and the HT as Captain Stanley acknowledged the run and gave an ETA. Dixie felt a wave of fatigue. "Johnny, I'm tired." she shivered. "I gotta give it up." "All right." Gage said, eyeing her up, a little self conscious because of Dixie's skimpy made-for-the-sun, two piece bikini. "Rescuing's hard work. Why don't you..uh,, wrap up, sit down and rest a while. We got it." The motorcop smoothly took over teenager's mechanical ventilations. Dixie barely felt the kids throw a flannel quilt over her shoulders, offering her their gratitude with timid pats and hugs as she parked on a lounger by the edge of the swimming pool. McCall shook her head, thinking out loud. Then she snapped her fingers. " Amy Miller, can you go get that consent form your mother's got hanging on the frig? These firemen are gonna need it to give Ger some medication." "Ok, Dixie. I'll be right back, Ger!" cried the tiny child before she ran off. DeSoto got his first orders. ##51, Start an I.V. Normal Saline with an insulin drip. I'm gonna assume he was coding longer than two minutes. I want to terminate any catecholamine release effects before they complicate things for us. Go ahead and administer 1.0 mg Lidocaine IV push to control any intracranial pressure he might have from that possible head injury. Prepare to insert an esophageal airway and send me a strip. Add 1 mg Sodium Bicarb, then turn his drip to TKO. Let me know when you've secured your airway. ## "10-4, Rampart. I.V. Normal Saline with insulin, Lidocaine and Sodium Bicarb. This'll be lead 2." The reassuring sound of the Ward Pumper's deeper siren grew then fell away with the bark of her airhorn. ##L.A. Engine 51's on scene.## came Stoker's transmission. ##10-4, Engine 51. Time is 12:55.## replied L.A. Dispatch. The pool kids, except Michael, went running to fetch the other firemen to show them the way. Roy lifted his HT. "Cap, we'll need all hands and the spare O2. Active resus." ##10-4, HT 51.## |
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Ger suddenly started to seize and his stomach rippled. Gage startled. "Is he vomiting?" he asked the police man, with his hands full of supplies. "No, there's nothing here yet. ....But.." "But what?" Roy asked, impatient. "I..don't think I'm getting a chest rise anymore.." the officer admitted. "Just started happening." "D*mn!" Johnny swore, feeling Gerald's throat for the beat and double checking the jaw lift. "Try another vent again." The cop triggered the thumb button. Despite a tight seal over skin, the demand valve failed to accomplish a finished breath. The officer shook his head. "See? Just like I told ya." Johnny flew into action. "Roy, ask for a nasogastric tube. He's really blocked and in a convulsion from hypoxia. His gums are blue. I wanna drain that distention now." Roy hurried and updated Dr. Brackett about the new developments. ## I confirm rising tachycardia on the scope, 51. Relieve that intragastric pressure with an NG tube and watch for signs of an obstructed airway..## Kel snapped crisply. Working together, Roy and Johnny inserted a well lubricated catheter into the teen's unbloodied nostril and got it down past a sudden odd resistance. Frothy pink emesis welled out of the tube's end and onto the concrete in a noisy involuntary belch. Then Ger's bulging stomach fell flatter than it had been. "Ok, try him now." Gage told the policeman as he quickly drew the tube back out again and suctioned out the boy's nose and mouth. Difficult breaths went in. Stoker, Chet and Lopez immediately knew what to do at a mere glance of the area. They shifted the backboard until it lay flush with Ger's back as Johnny and Roy log rolled him onto his side for more active suctioning. Swiftly, the head block, chest, waist and leg straps were settled and tightened into place. Leaning down, Johnny examined the stain on the pavement. It was sweet smelling. "Roy, he's been drinking...." he said flatly, not happy. DeSoto's face tightened. "He's just a kid." "I know." Roy picked up the phone again. "Rampart, we've positive evidence of ETOH ingestion." Brackett returned a long sigh of resignation and sadness. ##10-4, Roy. Then we're all the better for that insulin drip counteracting things." |
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Roy had the advanced airway prepped and gelled. "I'm gonna need one of you for a Sellick's maneuver." he told the gang. "Me." Marco volunteered and he peeled off his coat and gloves and kneeled down. DeSoto had foregone the EOA for an endotracheal tube. "Stoker, why don't you take over on the O2? Thanks, Officer Palmer.." he read from the man's name tag. "No problem." The officer stood back to begin his incident report, allowing the more experienced firefighter engineer to take over the task. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Hank noticed Dixie McCall bundled up on her chair. "So much for the day off, eh?" he grinned for her benefit. "Nothing like a little excitement to liven up an afternoon." Dixie just coughed at Stanley's encouraging humor while avoiding the bright sun beating down on her from his direction. She felt a glove on her shoulder that made her jump. "You ok there, Dixie?" Cap asked. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Dixie afforded the helmeted captain a smile. "I'm fine. Just a little worried." "About what?" "About him." she gestured with her head. "If we can't get that airway in......" ---------------------------------------------------------- A weak, choking jolt upset Roy's positioned laryngoscope and the paramedic yanked it out to prevent a sudden mouth injury. "Marco, keep up that cricoid pressure, whatever you do. Johnny!" "I'm on it! Rampart, our victim's seizures are worsening. So's his color." ##Have you established that ET tube yet?## "That's negative, doc. We're experiencing some jaw clenching." Johnny sighed in frustration. ##Knock him out, 51, for a rapid sequence induction. Point one mg's of Vecuronium IV push. That'll paralyze him enough for you to get one inserted. Know that you'll be completely responsible afterwards for maintaining his airway with adequate ventilations.## Roy, next to Johnny, gulped. "10-- uh, 10-4, Rampart." Gage affirmed. "RSI with .1 mg's Vecuronium IVP." |
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Stoker spoke up suddenly. "Gage! Laryngospasm! I'm getting in nothing now." "What?!" Johnny felt around Marco's Sellick hold. He felt a foreboding rock stiff hardness surrounding Ger's adam's apple. "Roy, ...positive on that... Obstruction's total!" "Rampart, standby... We've a fully obstructed airway." DeSoto dropped the phone. ##Push the Vecuronium, now! Double it if you have to!## commanded Kel. ## The increase may help your clearing attempts..## Johnny straddled the dripping immobilized teen while Kelly hastily undid just the abdominal straps of the longboard, allowing Gage access to Ger's lower abdomen. The paramedic delivered four sharp upward thrusts under the teenager's diaphragm with both hands while Stoker and Chet pinned the boy's head and neck still. Roy sent the muscle paralyzer into Ger's high flowing I.V. and hung it dangling on the fence. "It's in. Is it working?" he looked to Mike Stoker. The engineer shook his head and demonstrated the 02 gushing out around the mask quickly with some triggering. Johnny tried a few more abdominal thrusts. Then he scrambled to Ger's head with a long shafted pair of Magil forceps in his teeth. He used a jaw screw to open the shaking teen's mouth to get at the deeper part of his throat. The lengthy, scissors like instrument was guided down, but stopped short only along half its usable length. Gage grimaced as he probed, biting onto a pen light so he could see what he was doing. "There's nothing here, Roy. I'm not seeing any vocal cords. It's gotta be just a laryngospasm. These aren't threading down." he said of his Magil forceps. DeSoto nodded, licking dry lips. "Second dose then, ready?" Gage nodded, backing off so Stoker could use the demand valve yet again. Roy injected a small orange labelled syringe into the rubber intravenous delivery port deftly. "It's in!" Stoker and Johnny struggled to offset the teenager's cyanosis with some chest rise, but they were unsuccessful, no matter what they thought to try. ----------------------------------------------------------------- In the base station, Brackett eyed the running EKG strip and became ansy. He had to force himself not to interrupt his hard-at-work men just for an update. ----------------------------------------------------------------- A dragging minute passed under the firemen's sweaty exertions. Then Stoker detected a relaxing jaw. "He's loose.." and then he started to force as many feebly reaching ventilations as he could into the boy's lungs. He kept it up until the ominous dark blue began to fade from Ger's face and lower extremities. Johnny snatched up the abandoned endotracheal tube that Roy had left on the teenager's chest and said, "Hyperventilate him a minute more, Mike. Then move aside." Stoker nodded. Roy lifted the phone. "Rampart, our victim's still partially obstructed and we can't find what it is. The paralytic agent's beginning to work, but we're getting vents into him only with difficulty. Johnny's attempting another intubation. Both the boy's work of breathing and his seizures, are now absent." Roy reported, seeing a quiet, fully drugged stillness, settle over his patient. Kel let out the breath he was holding. ##Avoid any stimulus that'll trigger V-fib. He's sensitive to that now.## Gage accidently poked the back of Ger's soft palate with the ET tube as he was visualizing for his vocal cords. Roy's head shot up when the EKG monitor warbled an arrythmia alarm. "Brady! Back off, Johnny!" Gage froze and yanked out the tube, digging for a carotid artery in the boy's neck with his other hand. "...Stupid! ..I'm ...stupid...." he grunted. DeSoto flew to the open drug case when the boy's cardiac rate continued to sink into the forties. "Rampart!" ## I see it, 51. Point five milligrams Atropine. Speed him back up again. What I'm seeing here, is vaso vagal in origin. It's not an adverse Vecuronium reaction.## The parasympathetic soon boosted Ger's heartrate back up into the low, irregular seventies. Everyone sighed in relief. ## D/C trying the endotrach. I'm authorizing an immediate needle cricothyrotomy.## Brackett went on.. Gage tossed the ET tube aside. ##....Set up your supplies. Have your head man keep hyperventilating your victim as best he can. Roy, you've told me in the past that you've done one of these before ..in Nam. You've got the ball once again.## "10-4, Rampart." Roy replied back, wiping sweat off his lip. Johnny was a pure professional. He wasn't offended in the least for being asked to step down during a primary treatment action. He wanted a resolution to the problem too badly to even care. He un-papered an adapter to a 7.5 mm sized ET tube, a 10 ml syringe, and a 14 gauge needle catheter. Reaching down, he slid a finger on a free hand over the hard thyroid cartilage running down the midline of Ger's throat until he found the soft depression of the cricoid membrane. "Ok, Marco. Keep his trachea from moving around and put one fingertip,.....here.." And he guided Marco's index finger to a precise spot on the teenager's sweaty skin. "Mark that landmark and don't lose it.." "Believe me, I won't..." Lopez admitted eagerly. "Ok, Roy. We're ready for you." Johnny said looking up, screwing together the puncture lancet."Lopez has got the trachea splinted." Then Gage handed the whole rigging over to his much calmer partner. DeSoto spoke. "Johnny, could you draw up a mil of water into the syringe for me, please? I gotta trick I like to use." Johnny nodded. "Stoker, is he adequately oxygenated yet?" he said, filling Roy's needle with a pull of its plunger into another unused, sterile IV bag. "As best as he's able. His pupils are still reacting but he's a little too cold now to judge by his color." Gage fitted the syringe back into place into the guiding shaft, curious as to what purpose Roy was going to use it for. ::Not for med absorption into the lungs, Kel hasn't ordered any ET drugs yet.:: he thought. DeSoto took over pressing a finger on the landmark Marco was guarding. Then he moved his fingertip just enough to place the point of the needle directly over the membrane he could feel. He angled the syringe, end down at a forty five towards Ger's feet, and advanced the needle into the skin, all the while aspirating the plunger upwards with his pinky and ring fingers. He stopped instantly when the upward welling suctioning drew up pearling air bubbles. He smiled. "I'm in the trachea.." he announced. |
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Roy slid a 3mm endo tube catheter inside the syringe and threaded it until it was well into the air passage below, angled downwards. He withdrew the long needle, passing it off to Cap to dispose of into the sharps bin. Johnny flew into action once again. "Ah, now I see what the water was for.." he said, listening to the teen's chest as DeSoto fitted the ET adapter's syringe and catheter's end onto a high flow oxygen circulating ambu bag. "A better visual." "Yep." DeSoto blinked. Lopez helped Roy tape the inserted tenuous airway to Ger's throat amply and then he took sole charge of stabilizing it with both hands so that it didn't budge a single centimeter out of place. "You're pure cement, Marco." Gage ordered. "Solid, man. This is going nowhere." he said, watching Stoker rapidly make up for lost ventilating time. "How's he doing now?" the hispanic fireman asked, marveling at the heavy bag's ability to work through such a slender tube.. |
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Johnny took the listening ports of the stethoscope out of his ears. "He's got minimal chest rise. But it's enough to keep him alive until we get to the hospital. Nice work, pal." he grinned. "Thanks everyone." "Mike, I'll break you." Roy said. "I know just how to get the most inside without distension happening. It's a narrow band force of pressure with this sized catheter. It's just like a newborn's.." "I'll learn it for next time.." said Stoker as he traded places with DeSoto. Johnny picked up the phone. "Rampart, we have an airway.." ##Congratulations, guys. Now get him in here. I want a vitals set every five minutes in route. Keep vigilant for good or bad lung sounds, any sign of expanding hematomas, or subcutaneous air under the skin. ## "10-4. We're on our way, Rampart. The ambulance has just arrived.." Gage said with a smile. That smile fell away when Dixie McCall suddenly sagged backwards from where she was seated out of her blanket. She tumbled limply into the pool when Hank Stanley failed to catch her in time. "Dixie?!" Johnny yelled. ------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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***************************************************************** From : patti keiper <pattik1@hotmail.com> Sent : Thursday, October 7, 2004 8:44 PM Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] The A.M.A. Cap started to get out of his turnout and helmet to go after her when Gage shouted. "I got her!" He swan dived into the shallows. Very quickly, Dixie McCall was conveyed to the surface and to the edge by many hands. She was lifted up, set onto the ground and rolled onto her back. "Dix?" Johnny shook her firmly, monitoring her carotid. He wiped streaming water away from her nose and mouth as she began coughing and moaning. McCall was almost as white as her alabaster swimsuit. "She's ok.." Gage told the others. Stoker jogged over with the engine's O2 apparatus. "I think this's just an episode of syncope, she's waking up already." he said. "Let's move her to one of those chairs and get her wrapped up before you start her on that Mike." |
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Roy looked up from where he and Marco were still watching and working on Ger. "Johnny?! What's the problem?" "I don't know yet!" he shouted, letting Stoker, Cap and Kelly transfer Dixie from the concrete to a head raised sunchair. "Let me check her out." he coughed. "Keep packaging him for transport. I'll call a second ambulance for her if I have to." Cap reaffirmed Johnny's plan, setting an oxygen mask over McCall's nose and mouth. "That's gonna be the call." He waved on Stoker to notify L.A. of their need for an additional Mayfair or Cadillac. "I don't like her breathing rate. It's labored." "Umm hmm, something's definitely going on here.." Johnny agreed. "Dix, can you hear me?" She didn't answer past a few groans. Chet Kelly continued to try to get a legible verbal response out of the nurse while Johnny got a B/P off her arm. The children were scared but they stayed out of the way, remaining maturely silent. Gage saw that Roy was ready to go. "You keep the biophone." "She stable?" "Yeah. Her B/P's no longer low. Take Marco with you for that airway support. Kelly can follow me in the squad later after the other ambulance gets here." Roy was a bulldog. "Use a landline, ok? The kids can bring out a phone to you for you to use for her." DeSoto said, shuffling along behind the gurney leading attendants, carrying the defibrillator and the drug box. "I know. I know.. Just go already. The sooner you leave, the sooner I'll find out some answers on her. Don't worry...I'll contact ya on HT as soon as I find out anything." Gage grumbled. "No, I'll do that.." Cap promised. "All right." Roy replied, waving the ambulance men on again. "I'm going..." Johnny paid no more attention to him as Ger was carted off Code Three to Rampart Hospital. |
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---------------------------------------------------------------------- Cap and Johnny turned back from watching Roy hustle away to find Chet inexplicably armed with a mug of steaming coffee, which he was waving underneath Dixie's nose near the O2 mask on blow by so that she could smell it. Dixie sputtered, shifting her head from side to side. "Kelly, cut that out this instant!" Hank boomed. Gage gave out an exasperated shout of mild disgust and he grabbed the cup away from Kelly. "Chet, would you knock it off!? Where did you get such a crazy idea in the first place?!" he demanded, gently replacing the mask as McCall's eyes fluttered open. "From them.." Chet shrugged. "Yeah," said the oldest child standing nearby. "It was my idea. We do this coffee trick all the time when Miss McCall won't wake up after sunbathing. She told us to so she wouldn't ever be late for work." "Well kids, I hate to break it to ya, but today is Dixie's DAY ..OFF! Thanks for all your help. We got it from here. Now, sCRAMMM!" Gage exploded. The children, all three dogs,..and the caretaker's cat, took fright and all of them ran away as fast as they could with screams, barks and a yowl. "That wasn't very smart." Hank interjected when the noise died away. "Huh?" Gage double taked. "Why not? They're out of our hair..Unlike some people.." he glared at Chet. |
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