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From behind him, a Marco and Stoker he didn't see, on ropes, tackled him from their place on the rocks and drove him to the ground. The man's drug enflamed rush surged into the superhuman and Lopez and Mike were flung off like wet clothes. The man was free again and he attacked the next nearest person he saw. The drug crazed man leaped from where he was on the ledge, right onto Cap. ********************************** Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 14:51:02 +0100 (BST) From: "Katherine Bird" <kathbird01@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Double Jeopardy, Porker Style.. "Cap!" Roy shouted even as he watched Johnny pull the needle out of his arm to fling it away from them all to help block the coming impact. Stanley neatly dodged the fullest weight of his attacker but his helmet still jolted off when super strong arms caught him around the throat. Marco and Mike were frantically untangling from their ropes as Chet, John, Roy and Cap all wrestled with the biting, fighting crazed zoo worker in silent desperate gasps. "Watch his head! Watch his head!" Johnny shouted as they all grunted to get a hold on the wildly aggressive man. Stanley's HT clattered to the dirt and went off in a loud squelch, which startled the nervous milling peccaries on the far sunny side of the enclosure. The older boars began to snort and face the humans in nervous expectation, taking a position in front of the smaller sows and piglets in their band and they snorted and pawed the amber dust in a threat display. All this, was unseen by the firemen struggling to restrain their victim who was still locked in a dangerous overdose. Marco and Stoker had just joined the fray when the gasping, screaming young man noodled impossibly out of all their grips and bounded up immediately onto very fast, wobbly feet. He took off running straight for a thickly bushed side of the animal enclosure. The peccaries squealed and got out of his way, creating a thick cloud of yellow dust as they avoided the running human arrowing drunkenly at them. The gang pursued after him, top speed. Roy threw his HT up to his mouth speaking in between painful breaths as he, too, ran full tilt into the direction where the sick man had disappeared. "Station 10 on the double. Follow our hose! We've a fighter OD who's getting away.." ## There in one..## came a loud reply. Roy could see several of 10's firefighters booking down the main zoo tar path using 51's strung hose as a guide. He heard their shoes scuff on the sandy trail as they raced over from the deserted parking lot to help out. "In here! In here!" Cap waved at the other engine crew. He wiped a smear of his blood off his lips as he ordered his own men to circle the not yet spotted zoo worker. "Gang, when you bird eye him, stay AWAY from him. Your safety is first! Just form a ring around this character and cut off his escape. And for G*d's sake, don't agitate him further. I want no one else getting a hunk ripped outta them. Stoker, use the hose if he attacks us again." "Right, Cap." Mike said. Soon, it was apparent that their crazy drugged up junkie, had gotten himself into a good hiding place. Cap issued a tight order. "Ok, everybody. Fan out. We'll give this five minutes. Then we're outta here until the cops come. The danger to us is just too great." "Cap.." Chet said. "That guy really needs us. It hasn't been that bad yet.." "Just look at my face and throat and tell me that again, Kelly. I said no more after five." Chet moused down. "You ok, Cap?" Gage said, keeping his eyes on the brush thicket's edge where they had all skidded to a halt. "Bruised only, Gage. Concentrate on him and not me. He's first." The gang circled around like pursuers in a hide and seek game, separating into pairs under the darkness of the wooded section of the exhibit. They all lost sight of each other and that made Hank Stanley nervous. "Keep within earshot." he shouted. "And keep those helmets on.." Minutes dragged by of stealthy, cautious searching. Johnny Gage and Roy gestured silently to each other at a particularly loud rustle in the thick vegetation right in front of them during their sweep of the forested side of the enclosure. Gage leaned over to peer over the low rhododendron. "Roy! He's right here.. he's--" he hissed. A sharp squeal of rage preceded an angry charging two hundred pound peccary boss as the animal flew at Gage who had inadvertantly located his band's hiding place. "Whoa!!" Gage shouted in alarm, spinning away, barely avoiding the click of pig fangs at his face. |
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"Johnny?!" Mike shouted, raising the hose nozzle from the ground. Stoker fought to drag the heavy hose through the tallish grass with two other of ten's firemen in a desperate attempt to have one cocked and aimed point blank against Johnny's attacking peccary. "We're coming! Turning on the hose in--" "No, don't..! Wait a sec.." Johnny shouted, scrambling away from the animal nimbly until he regained his footing in a patch of sandy dust, like a matador avoiding a bull. Then Gage threw out a hand and kept the squealing hairy animal off of him by ramming a stiff arm and hand against the pig's forehead to keep the gnashing charges the boar was launching at him firmly at bay. "I'm ok.. I got him.. He's not getting to me. Just go get the guy! Don't spray ANY of that charged water on the pigs you hear me?! It'll drive em into a frenzy..You'll bring the juveniles down on us, too. They'll gang up big time to get us just like this boar's doing to me." Gage was surprised by the tenacity of the enraged boar who showed absolutely no fear as he continued furiously trying to get at him. "I'm not bothering your band you stupid thing. Cut it out!" he shouted at him, gasping with his efforts to hold the pissed pig male away from his body. "Get off!" he shouted at the snorting, slobbering peccary mob boss. Roy moved nearer. "Stay back.. Roy!" Johnny tried to push away the boar with a shoving shoe into a shoulder but the pig just rushed right back at him with an even angrier raised tail and got quickly into another pushing match of pig forehead versus fumbling human hands once again. "Johnny! Careful! Shall I rope him?" Marco said, gathering one up from the ground. "No.. It won't work, he'll just dodge it. Guys, look, I'm fine. He'll give up once he sees I got the message here.." Gage panted. "Go help over there. But whatever you do, don't go near the sows or any of those young in there or you'll be trampled and tusk shredded into hamburger." "But.." "Go.. I'm really fine." Gage said, still face to face with the red eyed, furious, one track minded, boar. "He's just driving me off." Johnny had a healthy respect for the five inch long fangs that tried to slash up at his bare arm and he frequently shifted hands to avoid them. "Guys, go. I know how to get out of this..UgggHHHh! " he verbally spat. "The wild pigs charge me all the time at the ranch when I get too close going to get the horses. All ya gotta do is wait em out.. Just give me some distance. He'll think better of this soon and he'll leave." he grunted, still holding the heavy male pig away from himself. Roy muttered, just as torn as Marco on what to do for his partner. Then he decided, motioning to Lopez. "Our OD doesn't have a lotta time left. He's gonna go down." "Exactly.. I'll join up with ya.." Johnny said, not taking his eyes off the grunting, attacking pig still locked nose to hand with him. "I'm ok. Just go! This boar'll give up in a minute or so. I've seen this before. He's gonna fret about being so far away from his sows." Roy and Marco and Mike reluctantly backed away from Johnny still dancing in his bizarre embrace. "What a crazy day.." DeSoto muttered. "Holy cr*p." he shook his head. Then he said, "Come on..let's get out of here like Johnny says." and he motioned to the others to follow him back onto the search. "Our victim's bound to be feeling a downer swing by now. He wrestled with us pretty good there and that most likely elevated his BP into circulating even more of that junk into his brain. He's probably not that far from-" A shout from Cap brought the two of them on the run through sixty feet of stinging, thick brush. Roy, Marco and Mike ran towards the voice as fast as they could. Hank said. "He's over there somewhere!" and he pointed to a stand of trees. "Lord all mighty what's he doing in there?" he asked as Marco and Roy pelted up to his side. He was using a gauze pad from his pocket to hold down the bleeding from his tongue which he had bitten earlier. Roy and Marco and another clump of firemen from ten's all froze. Roy recognized the sounds. "Oh boy. He's tangling with a pig." "How do you know?" Hank asked. "Cause I just left Johnny who's doing the same thing." "What?!" Hank's head whipped around. "What are you talking about? Gage's right here." Roy saw his dusty sweating partner jogging swiftly towards them through the tangle of California jungle. "Never mind, Cap. Just trust me about him over there. It's not gonna be a pretty scene." "Ok, what next?" Stanley said, parking his hands on his jacket hips. "Water. Lots of it.." Gage said. Marco whined. "But I thought you said not to use a hose on them.." "The frenzy's begun Lopez, that's why. It may already be too late for him. Come on!" And he ran in the lead towards the sound of fighting just ahead under the tall sequoia at the corner of the exhibit. The man had tried to take refuge in an open whelping shed that had a keeper's bed in it. Both companies of ten and 51 froze in horror at what they saw. The OD'd young man was down on the ground and the angry female peccaries were taking turns using him as a football and punching bag. |
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Some of the infuriated sows were so strong their bites actually lifted the unconscious man's whole upper torso a foot off the dirt as they tossed their heads to bite him. Mike Stoker let loose a peel of sharply knifed water against those closest to the injured man without a moment to lose. Sows tumbled like nine pins under the force of the water and squealed. Others wheeled around in place to face the new threat in a quickly forming bunched counter attack. "Hit the piglets, Mike! Hit the piglets.. Get em wet!" Johnny shouted. "Their mamas will go running for them at their screaming distress calls." Stoker changed his hose stream to a fountaining fan and aimed it up into the sky. An ice cold drenching soaked the tiny piglets bunched in a protective circle and on cue, the tiny porkers let loose high pitched cries of alarm and clamour. The sows left the zoo worker's trampled body alone, zooming out to herd up their babies and soon the whole dripping bunch was hastily loping away from the humans with tails raised in sheer terror. Stoker dropped the hose. Johnny grimaced as he rolled the bluish man over. "Oh.." he sighed in horror at the sight of fresh peccary slashes covering the man's chest. But he bent an ear close anyway to the man's torn mouth as his dirty stained fingers felt for a neck pulse, too. "He's in that downer for sure. Brady with apnea." |
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"Go get the gear!" Cap shouted to Marco and half a dozen others. Soon, they could hear men coming with the laden stokes they had left in the main clearing by the zoo's pathway fence and moat. Gage started to breathe for the man until Stoker handed him an ambu bag and mask. "Thanks.." Johnny looked up at Roy. "He's got a rate of 40. It's not enough. Start CPR timed with it." "Marco.. You got that?" DeSoto asked. "Yeah.." And Lopez starting working off Johnny's pulse rhythm cues as to when to apply his compressions. He kept his gloves on so his hands wouldn't slip in the blood on the man's skin that was oozing down from the pig bites. "These lacerations don't look that bad. He's lucky.." Gage said. "There's only that one broken arm." "I see it." Roy agreed. "Any sign of vomiting?" "No.. He's out deep." Gage replied. "Chet, turn on the audio on the EKG monitor. It'll help Marco out to time his pacing properly." "Right.." Kelly replied. But he kept looking over his back for any signs of the peccary band, and that irritated Johnny. "Pay attention, Kelly. Just concentrate on patching him in there. We don't have all day.." Cap snapped. "We've haven't got a lot of time left for us to try and actually get a save in the bag for this man." "Sorry, Cap.." Chet apologized, ending his rubber necking. "It's just that they might come barreling back out of nowhere at any s--" Stoker spoke up louder than usual. "Any that come near are going to eat some serious water, Kelly. Don't you worry." he promised. Hank smiled around his fat lip as he unlatched, then kicked open, the squad's defibrillator case with a toe. At a nod from Johnny, he turned on the power up switch to standby. "That's my anchor man. Stoker, you're being wasted on the engine dials. You're an absolute ace on that hose." "The engine's more fun, Cap. Sorry. I'm not planning on a demotion any time soon." "Such a pity.." Hank sighed. "I'll call Rampart." Roy said smiling as the worst of his stress melted away. He was very very glad to have his hands on their victim at last. He concentrated on getting on the biophone as fast as he could. "Rampart Base, this is Squad 51. How do you read?" Chet bit his lip, grinning, too. "Ok, Marco.. it's CPR symphony time. Pow.." he muttered as he turned on the slow weak audio cue on the EKG speaker. "It's show time." Marco began coordinating his compressions when the man's drugged slow heart rate actually beat by listening to the machine's mechanical blipping. After half a minute he asked the swiftly working paramedics. "Should I speed up?" "Not yet. Don't want any more of that stuff or whatever's he's shooting to get to his brain any worse than it already has until we inject some Narcan. He's holding his own ok now with you just helping out like you are. Stay exact with your assisting, on the beat." Roy told him, without looking up. He didn't even smile some encouragement to his crewmate, for already his mind was considering five paramedic problems at once. Again, he hailed Rampart while one of ten's medics tried to get a viable BP off the man's good arm. "Rampart this is rescue 5-1..Do you copy?" his voice angled yet again, only a little more urgently. The heart rate on the monitor continued to weaken and slow. |
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*********************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" <canaryyello01@yahoo.co.uk> Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 20:14:52 +0100 (BST) Subject: [EmergencyTheaterLive] The Little Eyes The little piglet shook its head and squealed some more until his dam nuzzled his ear. Where was the lady keeper? There were only man things in the wood. And another man thing who smelled funny had become an enemy because he got too close by moving fast and kicking the other dams in the band. The memory of the new creatures in his pen had frightened Piglet badly but the odd acting man thing was no longer attacking him or his dams. He was flat on the ground and smelled like blood now. Piglet thought hard on what just happened. The strange keeper man thing had been easy to fight down. The piglet remembered how the man thing with the zoo keys fell with only one charge from his mother. Now other man things had come who wore canvas skins and black head covers and they had the great water snake with them. Piglet was afraid of that. His coat still ran with water from the liquid that had come from the snakes mouth and down from the sky that didnt smell like rain. But piglet was puzzled now. There was one man thing with curly head fur who seemed like the keeper who cared for them all in the rising light. The other man things had soundings for him that sounded like the same calling Piglets human friend had. Chuck. Only this one was called Chet. It was all very puzzling indeed. Piglet had never before seen so many man things in his home before. Only on the days when the man thing with the biting stingers wearing the white skin coat came to put some of the band to sleep before he pawed them. Piglet forgot his wet hide and he snuck away from his mothers band towards Chet and he sniffed and he sniffed hard on the wind. Piglet checked carefully but the man thing with the water snake didnt see him at all. |
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Piglets caution disappeared instantly. Sugar! Piglet ran up to the human things where they were pawing at the sick human in the dirt. He could still smell the treat in the Chet man things black rear cover and he nuzzled it making the Chet man thing squawk. Piglet dashed a short distance away at the noise but he was hungry. He came at the curly furred man thing again looking for the treat he usually got from the keepers. Hey! The tall white and black head covered man thing pointed a paw at Piglet. Watch it. Theres one of the baby piglets behind you Chet. Piglet didnt smell danger from Chet or the leader man thing so he went right on going after the treat he could smell. ---------------------------------- |
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*************************** Date: Sat, 3 May 2003 14:22:03 -0700 (PDT) From: "Sam Iam" <lafddispatcher@yahoo.com> Subject: The Short Shelf Life.. Chet Kelly was leaving his place by their shocky victim's side, making room for the second paramedic from station ten to step in, when he whirled in alarm at Cap's warning. "What?" he startled as clammy animal nose butted into him again. "Where did he come from?" Kelly watched his feet as he backed away on his knees so he wouldn't crush the miniscule piglet still nuzzling his rear pocket. "Hey,.. watch it buddy! You're just a bite of bacon but you're in the way!" Chet told it indignantly. The piglet just squealed in ambivalent twitchy reply as he warred with his instincts: to run at the sound of Chet's sharp voice or stay for the reward. The baby peccary's stomach ended up making the final decision. He kept on seeking out the source of sugar he had found with a probing snuffle. Beyond Chet, Cap looked up, suddenly hyper-alert. "Uh oh. If he's here, where's mama?" he wondered out loud. Mike Stoker shrugged diffidently, but he primed his hose to its releasing edge again and began to check out the trees and cover nearest to them. Marco spoke up from where he was still doing CPR. "Chet.....better get rid......of that little......guy. There's no ......way his sow's not .....gonna come investigating once......she's learned he's strayed." he said. Chet Kelly quickly panicked, whipping off a glove and fumbled into his pocket for the pack of Juicy Fruit gum the tiny infant pig seemed to be orienting on. Kelly waved the wrinkled pack in front of the piglet's face until he was sure the baby was following it.."You want some? Huh? Let's strike a deal. Eat now, then scram. I'll give you this but you're gonna have to leave for good afterwards. All right?" "Squeeeallll!" the baby snorted in frustration as it fought to climb onto Chet to reach the sugary gum he still held in his hand. "Get down or you'll hurt yourself!" Chet complained. Then he sighed. "Here ya go ya dumb thing.." He said, hastily unpeeling a strip of it under the baby's eager nose. Fast fangy teeth snatched up the offering, making Chet yelp. "Oww. Stop that! Now go get it." and Kelly grenade tossed the rest of his dusty pack as far as he could over the bushes into the open so that it was well away from the firemen working on the nearly dead man on the ground. "Shoo..!" he said waving his hands in the air in flurry of gesturing fingers. The piglet was the perfect porcine, street smart runt. He followed the gum pack's trajectory through the air like a pro frisbee dog and went instantly running for it in an attempt to get there before any of his other unseen siblings could. He motored towards where it had plunked into the dust top speed, but he was already too late. There was a scuffling as three other piglets caught wind of the sweetly scented treat and a fight broke out between Chet's pocket nudger and the others. Chet winced in sympathy when his little "visitor" got knocked down by an older baby. "Ooo. Careful ya dummy." Then in embarrassment at his remark, he added. "That should hold him, Cap." Kelly said, turning back to the scene in front of him. Cap said. "Let's hope so. If the band discovers us anywhere near those guys, there'll be h*ll to pay." Stoker grumbled. "No there won't, Cap. I'll push em all away if they come around again if I have to.." and he hefted the hose nozzle in his gloves a bit higher. "Only as a last resort." Cap said. "Don't want to traumatize the little tykes any more than we have to." He barely contained a grin as the original curious piglet finally won the battle and loped off with the trampled gum pack in his mouth. The losers pursued, hot on his heels. "And don't come back!" Chet told him."A deal's a deal." he shouted. The light moment had gone unnoticed by the four paramedics struggling to save the life of the overdosed zoo worker. Roy finally got a returning hail from the biophone receiver, ending his doubts about the terrain interfering. ##This is Rampart." Dixie replied. "Go ahead 51.## "Rampart. We've a male down with an apparent OD with clear indications of fresh trackmarks. He's nonbreathing with a pulse of 40. CPR's ongoing. He's got additional injuries due to an animal attack; a left broken radius and ulna and multiple wild pig bites to his neck, face and chest. Negative on C-spine or head injury. Vitals are.. BP...50 systolic. Pupils are pinprick and he's unresponsive to both verbal and pain stimuli. He's got a Glasgow rating of four. All bleeding is now under control." DeSoto said as he saw Johnny make a cut throat gesture and then a point at the pads firmly taped over all the wounds. Kel Brackett arrived into the alcove and took over the response call for his head nurse. "10- 4, 51. Maintain his airway and continue to ventilate him. Continue the CPR and send us a strip. First we've got to determine if his problem really is an overdose and not some other etiology. Draw a red top for glucose. Administer 1 mg glucagon IM if his blood sugar's below 60 mg %. Also follow up with 100 mgs Thiamine and 25 gm dextrose 50% IV if you can get a line into your blood stick site. Use Normal Saline, and draw up .4 milligrams Narcan. We're gonna end his downer right now any way we can. Also, be sure to immobilize that fracture to prevent further injury." "10-4." And Roy repeated his string of orders and if-this-then-that instructions. Almost two minutes went by when Roy turned to Johnny, with a third needle bloodied from yet another failed attempt to find and stick a vein with an IV catheter. His blood drawing had blown the last remaining clear vein and he was reduced to blind probing. "He's got nothing left here." he grunted in irritation. "How about a jugular..?" Johnny suggested. "Good idea." and Roy got out a new cathed needle to try his luck there in the man's neck. Again, Roy's IV stick failed due to the man's very low blood pressure. He shook his head in frustration and abandoned the attempt. "No good." and he tossed away the needle guide. "He's too far down. Is there a place he hasn't used? Kelly, get his shoes off and pants off. Check his feet and legs for other veins. Use a tourniquet to raise any if you can." Kelly reached over and grabbed the shears from Johnny's holster. "On it." The jeans pants legs banana peeled swiftly away, revealing pale, sweaty skin. Mike helped bare the man's feet. Roy picked up the phone. "Rampart. An IV may not be an option. Looks like he's a heavy user." Roy said tersely as he watched Chet and Marco located scar after scar where the druggie had shattered all his reachable veins while baselining his drug of choice. Brackett already had an alternative plan. ## 51, go ahead and insert an endotrach tube. I'm giving you authorization to do one in the field. I'll accept full responsibility.## Kel said to Roy. Roy sighed in stress. "Affirmative Rampart. Stand by.." CPR was halted while Roy, the better airway expert, got out a laryngoscope and inserted one carefully. Ten's medics helped him get the man's head and neck into the right position and then took over Johnny's place on the ambu. Things went slow, but it went. And soon their victim was set. Roy picked up the phone. "Rampart the ET is in." |
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Brackett nodded his head in satisfaction. ##Knew you could pull it off. Now increase your Narcan to two times the IV dosage I originally ordered and fill it with a following bolus of 10 ml Lactated Ringers/Normal Saline. Hyperventilate his lungs thoroughly, stop CPR, then titrate the Narcan directly into his ET tube only to the minimum level necessary for a return of respirations. Ventilate him firmly until you're sure the flush's been fully absorbed. You'll hear when that happens. Watch him closely, 51. When the Narcan starts counteracting his narcotic, if he's on one, he may spontaneously awaken so be prepared to extubate him before he has a chance to vomit.## "10-4, Rampart.. .8 mgs Narcan with 10 ml LR/NS by ET. Please stand by.." ##Standing by..## Soon, Dr. Brackett's orders had been carried out in the tense minutes which followed. Johnny Gage was on the man's arm like a tick and he rapidly got a new BP when Roy indicated that the man's lungs had "dried out" from where he listened with his stethoscope. "There it goes. It's climbing. 80/54. He's breathing. Pulse's increasing, too. Stop CPR." and he set a hand on the man's carotid for several seconds. "Ok, I got a rate of 90. Thready and weak." A ripple of coughs echoed through the ET under the bag valve mask and the man's hands began to flutter with voluntary movements. "Watch him.. watch him! He's snapping out of it." Gage said. Together, the paramedics rapidly removed the endotracheal airway and followed up with suction as the man began to moan more and more angrily. "Get a grip on him. Looks like he's going to fight." Roy said. Several of the firemen moved in to restrain the revived young man as full consciousness returned. "UugghhhhhHHHH. Get OFF me!" the man gasped. "AhhhhHHHHH. $##* @$ !!" Kelly had his hands full kneeling on the drug abuser's shoulder to keep him from flailing the broken, splinted arm on the ground. He bent low over him to get a better grip. The man's slow testing struggles intensified into impossibly agile ones with a surprising pure strength seconds later. He threw off the two firemen laying on his legs with a cry that didn't sound human. |
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