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******************************* From: "Cory Anda" <andacory@hotmail.com> Date: Sat Oct 26, 2002 2:14 am Subject: Big Time Complication "Hang on, we're HT to the outside here. Relaying direct to station 8's paramedics. Please stand by. Vitals to follow." Roy said. ##Standing by..## ---------------------------- Five minutes later, DeSoto had his initial medical orders relayed to the yard to Gil and Brice over his hand held. Dr. Brackett asked Roy one more question. ##What's your ETA on an ambulance ?## "We don't know that yet, doc. Depends on how badly the roads in our area are damaged." Roy said. ##10-4, 51. Get them here any way you can. When you can. ## "Yep.." Roy said, impatient. "Just wish I could." Kel added. ##I'll be frank with you, Roy. Gage, we can turn around, same with your captain and the school teacher. It's Marco I'm worried about. I don't like the fact that his vitals are sinking like this and the fact we can't figure out his LOC or snap him out of it with epinephrine. Or that sudden onset of fever.. And another thing, that odd bloody patching Gil found in his throat's d*mned pec-- Hang on Roy, Joe's telling me something.## There was a pause and Roy could hear the two doctors confirming a new development. Brackett came back online. ##Roy, we've got word there's a battalion triage station setting up near you. Joe's just heard about it from squad 99. They're treating victims there, just down the block from your 10-20. Perhaps you can move out to their location as an alternate to transporting here if the roads prove to be impassable. Wait a minute, on second thought, I want you to utilize them instead of us here at Rampart, understood? I'm getting orders now from FEMA for some of us to be flown in, over the alert scanner..## Dr. Brackett said. More warbles came that Roy couldn't quite make out. Then an exclamation.. ##Beautiful! That solved our problem, Roy. Just got my own orders to report out to your own area within the next fifteen minutes. I'll rendevous with you myself to see your victims. Count on me muscling in to be their attending MD.## "Appreciate it, doc.. listen, off the record. Just how bad is it out there?" ##My guess is extremely localized for the most part. All the runs coming in that are quake related are in the same one mile square area. No major fires, but my casualty reports are still sketchy.## A ruckus outside the kitchen caught Roy's attention; police clashing with media types. Roy's forehead furrowed as he gripped the phone tighter. "Listen doc. I know you're busy.. Could you do me a favor? Could you have Dixie call our families to let them know we're all right. No doubt they're pretty panicked watching us on their television sets, I see a camera crew out there right now, bumping heads with the PD." ##Will do, Roy. Contact base again if there are further developments. See you soon.## "10-4. Squad 51, out." |
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Roy hung up the phone, and walked the few feet to the plaster powdered kitchen table in weariness. He wiped the sweat off his blood caked face with a dusty towel he found there and slowly began recapturing his wits, leaning against it, until a sensation of heat against his back made him jump off its edge. It was a coffee pot, still warm and steaming from where Johnny had left it before the quake. Roy stared at its unreal normalcy, smelled its perfumey steam curls, delicately wafting in his flashlight's beam, until a shout from the yard caused him to hightail it back outside as fast as he could.. "What do you mean it's my fault he's shocky?! I couldn't have started O2 on him any sooner because both lines were on Marco and the girl, who needed the help more at the time, Brice, so back off ! If Gage were awake, I'm sure he'd be agreeing with me wholeheartedly!" Roy got himself between Kelly and Brice. "Hey hey hey.. Hush down! Just what's the matter with you two? We've got nosy press types already in the driveway. This is no time to let personality clashes come to a boil where they might overhear it.." he said. All the while he spoke, Roy was watching Gil, who was keeping well out of it. He didn't miss Gil speeding up an IV of Ringers Lactate on Marco, nor his slipping in an oral airway on him. Roy's practiced eye also saw that Cindy's atropine, to boost her respirations, had already been administered from the sight of the yellow pop caps on the ground. Mike was now absent. ::Stoker must have gone on to damage patrol. Cindy's only on a light nonrebreather. At least, she's doing better.:: He got an OK gesture from Gil about her, pantomimed. Another part of his mind dealt with putting his two coworkers sharply into line. "Keep it down to a quiet roar if you two have to argue. Or better yet, let's all just do our jobs here, as a team.." he lectured. "We'll take a vote on who was right over a poker game once our butts are safe and sound on solid ground next week, all right..?!" Chet and Brice both studied the ground, then both looked sheepishly around to make sure that Stone, nor any of his men had overheard their petty bickering. |
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"That's better.." Roy said, glaring at Brice and Chet, as he began crouching by Marco to look at his pupils. "Now here's the scoop. Brackett's on his way here. It's looking more and more that the roads might be out in our vicinity for there's a helicopter triage station area just down the boulevard. It's already up and running. So let's get our victims out of here and where we'll be able to do them the most good all right?" For two minutes, the four of them mobilized and packed up all of their equipment and supplies. Just then, Captain Stone returned to the yard. He was oblivious to the tension just evaporating. "Ok, everybody.We're moving out. There's a triage-" Roy cut in. "Uh, yes sir. Captain. We got word from Brackett about it. We're set.. We're ready to move when you are. Everyone is stabilized and supported on O2." "Fast work.. All right. Let's do it.." he gestured to his men who ran out of the station house following a very hasty cleanup and damage check. The runaway hydrant had long since been emergency capped. "But there's been a further change.We're opening your bunk house to these triage victims of yours and any others who are waiting turns to be flown out of the disaster area. Only the garage bay was unstable boys, the rest of the station checks out. You may be running a triage base station for this block from right here.." "Understood, Cap.." Brice said. "I'll move our gear into there." Stone looked down at Captain Stanley, who was mumbling to himself in his half sleep, giving random orders based on what he was hearing in his ear through the talkie. "Is he ok? Saw him go out a few minutes ago." "He's on just a precautionary IV, and his vitals are fine, Cap." Roy said. "He won't be running any operations but that doesn't mean he won't be dreaming about us doing it. He's got quite a grip on that hand held. He's hanging on every word. Even in his sleep." he grinned. "His concussion appears to be minor." Stone didn't move from his hands on hips planted position, so Roy volunteered to him a quick a medical rundown on all the others too. "Ok.." Stone said, satisfied. "I'll let the triage head know what you got.." Stone got teams of men to grab the four stokes to haul them into the sleeping quarters of Station 51 and out of the hot California sun. Already, earthquake dust was making the air hard to breathe. |
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