The Story Unfolds...|
Season One, Episode Five..
the Main Emergency Characters Page
Debut Launch: 16 March 2003
From: "Linda Taggatz" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Fri Feb 14, 2003 4:41 pm
Subject: A possible start
for Ep 5.
Kel was going on vacation. Not just any vacation.
For the first time in
years he was going on a family
vacation with both parents. He and his dad were
starting to resolve
their differences. They both felt
that going to Martha's Vineyard like they did when
a kid would help.
Joe had volunteered to take them to the airport.
They had reserved a rental
car to use during their
stay. Of course Kel wanted to explore Boston, he
hadn't been there in
a long time. His mom & dad
agreed to that. They knew that this vacation was
important to all
Unfortunately a huge snowstorm hit that area hard.
The airport in Boston had been
closed, no flights in or out.
From : "patti keiper" <email@example.com>
Subject : No Sure
Date : Wed, 05 Mar 2003 12:44:23 +0000
Dr. Brackett sat in the hospital
across from his father, Brent, and his mother
Anna Rose at a white whicker table
under the bright noon day California sun.
Both men were in a foul mood as they
without tasting, the tuna sandwiches
on their lunch plates. They wore matching
scowls on their
"Anna, you find something amusing about
all this? Our vacation plans are ruined and
here you are...making a spectacle of yourself."
Brent told her firmly.
Anne Rose broke out
into spontaneous laughter
covering her mouth with the hand not holding
the plane tickets. "I'm
sorry." she gasped.
"It's just you two are reacting in exactly the
same way right now. It's not
the end of the
world. Just the end of our current gameplan.
We don't have to go to Martha's Vineyard
to spend time as a family. No. We can do that
right here at home where no snowstorm can
Kel looked up sitting straighter, as he
shoved the last bite of his sandwich into
his mouth. "Easier said than done. Those
tickets cost a fortune, mom. What do you
expect us to
do about it now?"
"This.." her warm brown eyes beamed
from the frame of auburn hair around
face. And she promptly tore their three
unused flight vouchers in half firmly with
Brent and Kel both stood up from their chairs
"Anna Rose, why in G*d's name
did you do that?!"
"Mom! What the h*ll?!!"
They both cried in outburst at the same moment.
Both father and son eyed each other up when
they both realized that had struck exactly the
pose of ire with hands spread indignant
over the table top, leaning in to Anna in anger.
only made Mrs. Brackett laugh all the harder
to the point of wheezing soundlessly and her
airy voice died away as she lost her ability
Kel and Brent frowned, and again,
father and son
took like actions of grabbing up their glasses
of water to hand to Anna to drink
a quicker recovery from her mirth.
Soon, Anna wiped away her amused streaming
and accepted one of the waters being offered
to her. "Oh, that felt good." she chuckled, dabbing
eyes on a napkin delicately while she sipped the ice
water. "Getting rid of those tickets meant
of unpleasant distractions. Now, think of it this way."
she said patting their rough
hands. "We now have
a squeaky clean slate to work with now in regards to
our family vacation.
And do sit down. People are
beginning to stare, doctors..." she grinned.
Kel and Brent glanced
around and did see a few
subtle glances their way. They buttoned their
dinner jackets over their
ties self consciously.
The older Brackett cleared his throat.
"Don't make it a habit, pet."
Brent said, regaining
his chair and he honestly started to half smile.
"If you want to throw money
away to make a
point next time, I'll have a pond built in the back
yard and I'll hand you the
sack of coins myself."
"Amen to that.." Kel said empathetically and
downed his water glass
in a salute to the
suggestion. He then began to gather up the
two lunch trays that were empty.
Anna Rose's eyes twinkled. "Your father's such
a kidder, Kel. Don't listen to him."
I ever?" Dr. Brackett quipped.
Brent nearly spit out the rest of his sandwich
he had started
eating again as he pegged an
intense stare at his only son. "Yes. You have."
he said, covering
his mouth with his napkin.
"When I called you last week about this family
vacation plan of ours...
You actually listened
to what your mother and I had to say and
then you actually said, ...yes..to
it. " he grinned.
"As if I could have refused. I'd have been disowned.."
"There is that.."
Anna Rose slapped her husband on the arm
to behave himself.
"So, what do
we do now that mom's made
sure that any ticket refunding's impossible?"
shrugged. "Don't know. Ask your mother."
he said, mopping up some mayonnaise with
the last crust
remaining of his food.
Kel raised questioning eyebrows.
It was Anna Rose's turn to lean
over the table
to catch their ears in confidence. "We find
a third party to make the decision for
"And who would that be?" Kel grumbled.
Personal privacy was still a big thing with
younger Dr. Brackett.
Dixie McCall backed
up against the base
station glass door, clutching an armful
of patient charts against her chest
"Ohh noo... Anna Rose. This isn't fair.." she hissed
in a whisper at Mrs. Brackett.
glanced inside the clear glass base station where
Kel had dragged his father
in to overhear an incoming
rescue call he was handling. "I can't take on
an important decision
like that. It's taken years
for me to get those two to even begin to listen
to each other.."
"And it shows. " she said empathetically.|
"Now who better to make the next call
than a close co-working
friend. H*ll. You
and Kel dated once. We all trust you."
"That's dirty pool and you know it,
Mrs. Brackett." Dix said straight faced
"Who else can we turn to? Mike Morton's
never even had lunch with us. And Joe,
..." she sighed. "Joe Early's too nice
to even try to get
involved in the Brackett
father/son feud reclamation project."
"Nice sentiment there. I think
Joe's angle, too." And Dixie tried to
make her escape.
Anna Rose got in her
by taking the charts from the head ER
nurse's grasp, "Here, let me file these for
you, dear. I know where they go.."
And Dixie was forced to stay while
Mrs. Brackett slowly
set the patient charts
in their metal holder on Dix's desk, one by
one, alphabetically. McCall
plastered a forced
polite smile on her face as Anna Rose rambled
"So, what's a great
part of town?
Long Beach? Heard Crystal Pier's
simply lovely this time of year."
know. I never get out."
Dixie mumbled. She again tried
to ooze away from the desk. But
Rose reached for another chart
slyly and she had to freeze in place
or drop the rest of her stack.
Anna Rose said, "Neither do we.
That's the problem." she said frankly. "Ok,
this one goes
under... S.. for Smith.."she
said, myopically eyeing the chart's proper
slot. "We're not asking
you for stock investing
advice, just one teeny tiny vacationing spot
idea for us to go to. Just
Dixie. Top of your head. Whatever you say
won't be locked in stone by any measure,
assure you. We're just...getting a fresh start
here." she said, filing another metal chart into
Dixie sighed and fought like mad not
to tap her foot on the tiles in nervousness.
::Oh, boy. Fates, I demand you get me out
of this one. If I choose anywhere that doesn't
out for the Bracketts, I'll have to live with
the consequences of my actions for the next
years working with the two doctors
locked into yet another feud.:: she bemoaned
Right then, the red light on the call station
over her head began to flash.. Miss McCall's
erupted in an eager glee of reprieve.
"Hold that thought, Anna Rose. I have to answer
a second run coming in.." And she
shoved the charts right back at Mrs. Brackett
who barely caught
them as Dix fled into
the base station's sound isolation room and
slammed the door.
hand darted onto the talk button
on the second intercom, just barely beating
out Kel's subtly reaching
one. "Unit calling in
please repeat.." she stated quickly, taking over
the run from him hastily.
Kel said. "You didn't have to come in just to
answer that." he said, looking up from
strip he was looking at.
"I sure did.." Dixie gasped. She felt Brent
Brackett come stand by
her to hear how a
registered nurse answered a rescue call.
Dixie's caller came into voice.
this is Engine 51. We're on scene at
the Santa Anita Racetrack. There's been a
race horse pileup on the final turn of
a stakes race with injuries. Squad 51's en route
track right now with the grounds
crew leading the way. Please stand by."
came Captain Stanley's
voice over the
murmuring roar of a crowd of other people on
the frequency. Their horrified dismay
apparent in the background. To Dix, it sounded
like a bad accident.
by, 51." Dixie said. "Kel, do you
need Joe on yours?" she asked.
Dr. Brackett looked up from
"Hmm? No, this is just a simple case of syncope.
It's a scorcher out there today. We're
bound to get
a few heat related injuries into the ER this afternoon."
Dr. Brackett said. "This
cardiac strip's precautionary
only." Then he leaned down and finished his call.
"Squad Ten. Start
an IV Normal Saline and run
it in at the rate of 30-40 drops a minute. Continue
to monitor her
vital signs and transport as soon
as possible.. Now that she's awake, you can
D/C the O2 at
##10-4, Rampart. Squad Ten out. Our ETA is
Squad 10." Kel ended the transmission.
Brent Brackett motioned Kel over while Dixie
filling out the run sheet for 51. She moved
the yellow medical status magnet for their station
base bound to on rescue call.
"Looks like this might be a bad one, son.." Brent
told Kel. "It's
at the race track."
Kel sighed and his face twitched in sympathy.
"Another jockey tangle up?"
Dixie looked up from her writing. "Yes, sounds
like it. 51's still getting out to that part of
"Stick around Dix, we may have more than we
can handle here very quickly. And
call Joe in here."
"Right." Dix said handing off the run chart to
Dr. Brackett. "Excuse me,
Brent." and she reached
over and grabbed the paging phone over the
recording monitor above the
intercom. " Operator.
Please page Dr. Early to the base station, stat......
Yes, thank you." and
she hung up.
Silence stretched in the tiny room and Brent felt
his palms beginning to sweat
in anticipation even
as Dix and Kel calmly marked notes on their
respective charts. Finally, Brent
licked his lips. "Is it
always this hard waiting around to hear back on
a rescue in progress
"Yes.." Dix and Kel said simultaneously.
"I'm glad I'm a psychiatrist. No rescue calls
of.." he mumbled to himself.
Overhearing, Dix and Kel smiled at him.
Squinting into the bright sun to the south, Cap could|
just make out the dust trail of the squad as
the grounds crew truck along the track's outer rail
to where the chaos was happening.
He could see several
horses sprawled awkwardly on the ground, some
still moving. But the one
smaller human body hanging on
the rail and the several more in the dirt, were alarmingly still.
He could see at least four racehorses careening wildly
around the track without their riders with
outrider ponies and their unhurt, tossed jockeys,
hard up on recapturing them from their
away from the accident side of the track.
Hank hung the biophone receiver over
and he slapped Chet Kelly on the arm of his overcoat.
"Chet, get a couple of hoses
strung onto the apron here.
Straight through the hydrant. Maybe we can do
something for those
poor horses out there. Only one
seems to have broken a leg. The others that are down
be alive and only lightly heat stroked. But don't
go out there until those loose racers are caught,
It's too risky for us to have our hoses running where
the others, in their panic,
might trip over them."
"Right, Cap." And Kelly jogged down through
the tunnel to the utility
driveway where Stoker
was still idling the big engine to tell him Cap's
to Marco at his side. "Marco. Roy
and John may need help communicating with their
victims out there.
If any of those jockeys are
even half out, their english speaking abilities will go
out the window
if you know what I mean."
"Understood, Cap. I'm on it." And Marco went
with another crew pickup
truck, riding on the
back. They maneuvered slowly down track
to avoid upsetting the free runners,
along the outer rail to the scene of mayhem.
By the time Chet and Stoker had returned
the strung hoses and had charged them, the
uneffected racers and their jockeys had all heeded
the red lit hooter on the tote board and had vacated
completely off the track to the backside
the test barn. Cap could see the remaining loose
thoroughbreds were firmly back in
##Ladies and Gentlemen. Please hold all tickets.##
said the track announcer.
##Officials are dealing with
the situation on the track's far turn. Race Five is delayed
further notice. All pool, trifecta, and daily double
betting is now frozen at all teller windows.
stand by for the results of the steward's inquiry.##
Hank frowned. ::How cold is that?
There are possibly
dead horses and people out there and all the track
officials are worried about
is keeping the gamblers
happy?.. No wonder I hate the track..:: he thought.
::Don't get what Roy
sees in playing the horses at
Chet and Stoker stepped out onto the track|
when the tote board light stopped flashing its loose
warning. Together they began dragging out
the hoses to where they could see Roy and John
moving from fallen rider to fallen rider.
"Coming through..." Chet said angrily, as blue
crew backs just concentrating on
tractoring the starting gate into position for the
got in their way.
The track horse ambulance team was already
leading away a limping foreleg
shattered filly to the
attending vet awaiting there with a syringe. Kelly
felt sick to his stomach.
"They're gonna put her down?"
he shouted at Stoker over the noise of the tractors.
there's nothing they can do after a
horse's leg has been broken." Mike replied. "I've
before." he said lugging the heavy
hose to the nearest downed horse.
Gage looked up from the
jockey he was assessing. "Stoker. Not
that one. He's the one who caused this
pileup. He burst a lung vessel and was dead
even before he hit the ground. See the bright
flowing out of his nostrils there? Go cool
down that colt still twitching over by the rail.
down just his head. Be sure to loosen
that saddle strap and take his bridle out from
his teeth if you can while you're doing it.
He may come around from the heat in time.. All
trainers will be out here in a sec to take over
the horse care for ya.. Do whatever they ask of
you." Then Johnny bent to work over his patient.
"But what about these other jockeys?" Chet
Johnny met Chet's eyes heavily.
"Roy and Marco and I have everything taken
on our end. There's only these two victims.
The other jockeys were killed along with
We found that most have hangman's
fractures from their falls and that guy's been trampled
death." he gestured with his head behind him.
Kelly saw a lone tiny male jockey lying face
in the dirt not too far away. The back of his
chest bore the unmistakable crushed flat look of a
fatality. He almost looked like a shattered marionette to Chet.
Stoker looked up, too, in shock when he saw|
Roy only dealing with the american woman jockey
draped over the inner rail. DeSoto was
getting the grounds crew men to carefully hold
still while he placed her into a cervical
collar while he continued talking quietly with her.
"UGghhhHHH." she moaned. "How's Little
Bit? H-- How's my filly? She got away from me
went down. *cough*."
"Shh, try not to move, miss. You may have
a serious back injury." Roy
"Now we're going to immobilize you and slide you
onto this long board here. Then we'll
get you on
some oxygen so you can breathe a little better,
Behind Roy, the
sealed horse ambulance
shifted with a thud on its tires as a heavy
weight inside of it fell to
The woman didn't say anything more and
she started weeping uncontrollably, ignoring
the men who were easing her off the railing
inch by inch. "They euthanized her didn't they..?
They killed my Little Bit..Oh, nooooOOOoo."
"I'm sorry, ma'am. From what I could see
leg was fractured too badly to splint."
Roy said quietly. "At least she's been released
"nnnooo." The jockey sobbed once more and let
go her hold on consciousness as she
onto the long board and immobilized.
The woman rider was placed on the ground
and Roy hastily placed an O2 mask over her
face and started to take a BP on her good arm
making sure she could breathe well enough
on her back without the help of an oral airway.
looked up at the grounds crew men who
had helped him. "Stick around. There's no
way the Mayfair's
gonna be able to come
out here like we did. This dirt's too deep.We're
gonna have to hand carry
these people outta
here once we get them treated." he told them.
The Santa Anita workers nodded.