There was a longer silence and then Kel|
heard Brent slip into his professional mode
like he always
did when analyzing the emotional
tone of a situation. "That'd be fine son, free
on the 18th? I'll
have my receptionist book us.
That will give us two days each to think of
something to talk about,
other than the shop
talk like we always end up doing."
"Thanks dad. I'll see you at our usual
"Until then. And son..."
"Don't work so hard. I can tell by
your head nurse glares at me how little
That comment embarrassed
Kel deeper than
words. "I'll see you later, pop."
A muted grunt was a reply and the phone line
clicked with a snick briskly a second later.
"It's still a little mid artic but at least, the
in the icebergs are widening.." said Dix.
"Here's to progress.." and she raised her mug
to Dr. Brackett in salute.
Kel didn't know whether to smile at his
accomplishment or admonish
easedropping on his phonecall. He chose
to move on to other matters. He cleared
throat, taking a chart from Dixie's
hand. The red light in the base station was
still on, but not
yet flashing. "51, call in
with their rescue yet?"
Dix regarded the tiny glass room and the
quiet intercom phone still sitting silent
by the recorder. "Nope. I just moved
their status magnet
to Away two minutes
ago when I heard the call come in through
L.A. dispatch.." she said, pointing
a pen from her desk to the scanner
"Any indication what it is we got?"
"None. It's an unknown type rescue
so far. Literally.."
"Hmm" Dr. Brackett said, handing
blank run sheet slate back to Dix.
"Keep me posted. I think I'll check in
on a patient or two while
Page me when 51 fires up."
"Will do." and then she smiled, hugely
as if with
a private observation.
Kel didn't miss it. "What?"
"You're relaxed already. And all
took was a single itty bitty
30 second phone call."
Kel's face twitched. "I'll
for a Pullitzer." and he disappeared
into treatment two, shaking his
At 213 East Morrow Drive, things weren't|
quite as rosy, down right creepy at that.
smell that?" Cap asked and he started
to walk around the room, sniffing, suspicious.
and the gang started to copy him.
Johnny immediately tensed. " Cap, what is it?
You smell smoke
Cap shook his head. "No..no.. not smoke..
smells like... like.."
ginger bread.." Chet said.
"OoooOOoooo." Marco toned.
"Do you suppose the witch from
and Gretel lives here? Maybe
we've all been called out to be someone
gang cracked up.
"Very funny guys. Creepy house or not,
that's what I'm smelling. Gingerbread."
Kelly noticed the dubious looks on all
the guys faces..and he clarified defensively.
the kind grandma always makes.
And it smells like it's coming from over..."
The whole crew
followed Kelly's nose to
another dusty cobwebby door and he pushed
it open. A brightly lit yellow
kitchen with oversized
stoves and ovens met their eyes.
The station crew's light faces fell
away when they
found an old man slumped over a table, a phone's
receiver still in his hand. Johnny
and Roy ran over
to him and Gage felt for a pulse. "He's alive.."
The cookies, were just starting
to burn. Marco
pulled open the oven, and yanked out the
scorched tray, and dumped it into the
over sized, old fashioned pump water handled sink.
It took him a moment to figure out
was the only way to get to water. He finally
pumped enough out to gurgle over the over
Mike turned off the gas in the oven.
Roy shouted to his patient.
Can you hear me?
We're L.A. County Firefighter Paramedics.
We answered your call.."
man didn't move as Roy checked
his breathing, right where he was.
Cap lifted his handy talkie
to his mouth.
"L.A. This is Station 51. We have a
confirmed medical rescue. Respond an
##10-4, 51. Timeout 23:16.##
Then Hank knelt by Roy and John as they
took off their helmets
and got to work.
"Want him on the floor?"
"Not yet. We don't know what we have.
ok at any rate. But we
will need the O2."
Chet Kelly came through the kitchen door
it breathless. "Got it here. That and
the defibrillator." He handed them off to
John who immediately
got them set.
Mike, got leads on an EKG ready on the blue
monitor and waited to hand them to
Gage and DeSoto when they were ready.
Roy set the unconscious old man on a light
a simple mask, leaving him
slumped across the table top face
down, while John got a BP.
90 over 64. Pulse 110 and thready."
Roy said, "His respiration rate's 22 and shallow.
He bent over and checked the man's
pupils being careful not to move him much.
"Equal and reactive."
"Cardiac?" Hank asked.
"Most likely." Roy answered him. "If this were
a stroke, his eyes
would've told us that. The scope
will tell us more.. Give me those Stoker. I'm ready
Mike helped Roy patch the man up.
As they did so, the old man began to moan
and awaken and
he lifted his head. Chet
supported him in his chair as Roy and Hank
got him oriented as to what
"Easy there. Take it slow. How are ya doing?"
Roy said to him. "Know where you are?"
Johnny got on the biophone to Rampart, digging|
out his green pen from the biobox's lid.
this is Rescue 51, how do you read?"
The reply was....
From: "Linda Taggatz" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2002 23:27:41 -0600
Subject: Re: The
Stuff of Dreams
..from Dixie. "Rescue 51, I read you loud and clear."
From:"Cassidy Meyers"< killashandraRey@hotmail.com>
Date: Thu Nov 21, 2002 2:37 am
The Ginger Cookie Man and the Other ChesterB
Johnny looked up and saw that their patient was
nearly conscious. He amended his notes on his
writing pad. "Rampart, ah. We have a male,
60 to 65 years of age. Found
comatose and unresponsive. On eight liters
of O2, consciousness is
returning. Vitals are:
BP 90/64, Pulse 110 and thready. Respirations
are 22 and shallow. Rampart
we do have a
strip available. Lead two."
"10-4. Relay your telemetry and I'll page Dr.
Please stand by.." Dixie answered.
##Standing by.# Johnny answered.
Dixie got on the red
phone and paged the
inhouse operator. "Would you please page Dr.
Brackett to the base station,
and she hung up, writing down the information
she had received.
the meantime, put on his best paramedic smile.
He watched as the old man looked surprised as
awareness returned as he put questioning hands
up to his face to the mask flowing oxygen there.
there. I'm Roy DeSoto and this gentleman on
the phone is my partner, John Gage. We're paramedics
the Los Angeles County Fire Department. Got
your call there."
The man gave an intelligible
moan and he seemed
to be hard of hearing. "Eh? Oh, my dearie. I HAVE
caused a ruckus, haven't
I?" Then he smelled wet
ginger cookies in the kitchen. "Oh, no.. there goes
all afternoon's work.."
Chet smiled for the man's voice sounded for the
world like Mr. Hooper from Seasame
Kind and warm. "Yeah, well, rest easy sir. We
got the gas turned off for ya."
set his hand on the man's stomach to get
a new breathing rate. "So, what's your name?
Can you tell
"Eh? Oh, oh. It's Fajou.. Reginald Arthur Fajou.
Been living in this house since...
uh.... I can't
remember rightly.. Could have been since the
war.. or was that WW One?" he gasped.
"I see. Listen, Mr. Fajou.." Gage said. "Do you
have a history of any heart problems? Breathing
problems? That sort of thing? You seem to be
in a little distress here."
"Ohh..." Arthur said,
thinking.." Martha tells me
I got asthma.. and....that's about it...."
"Who's Martha?" Roy
asked. "Your wife?"
"Eh?..Ohnn no.. She's ma landlady. Heh. She's
been real nice to me. Letting
me bake for the
kids working and filming at the movie studio
and all." and he started to laugh
weakily, until a wet coughing made him grip
Chet's hand tightly. "Oh, my.. Not feeling
good today.. Little weak.."
"Well, we'll get ya to the hospital and have
a doctor take
a look at you, ok?" Roy asked.
"All right. If you say I have to go.. I I will.
to get Martha mad at me. She's
been so nice to me, don't you see? And,..I
had a nice ...*cough*
pan of cookies made
just for her.. hhmm."
"Yes,sir.." Roy said and he began to get
detailed medical history on Arthur
while Johnny got Kel Brackett on line.
Gage began to relax
as the reading showing
on the scope indicated only some elevated
ST segments on a sinus rhythm.
dire. He set the phone and its cord over his
shoulder while he listened to Arthur's breath
sounds. He heard only light bronchial
"Ohhhh, that's cold sonny.." Arthur said
the metal drum Johnny placed on his skin.
"Sorry.. Easily fixed.." Johnny
said with a grin
and he warmed it in his palm with a breath
before finishing his task. Mentally,
Arthur's consciousness level to good.
Roy bumped down the percentage of O2 on
their patient when Johnny gave him a thumbs
down gesture. Gage said, "COPD's confirmed."
then, we'll just keep you sitting, allright
Arthur? You can breathe better this way in
"Y- Yeah.. That's why I came into the kitchen.
Usually I stay by the fire while
they bake, you
see? But then I *cough* got a little dizzy..
and the room started spinning round
I got scared, you know.. So I called for help.
Glad you boys are here, because.. I'm
feeling so good today.." Arthur sighed softly.
His charm was irresistable to the other
hovering nearby and they all broke into grins
of amusement. Cap noticed the pictures
on the wall. "Say,, Arthur.. I know this movie..
And this looks like your front porch here on
"Heh.." Arthur grinned around his mask.
"It is.. I've been baking cookies for the
studios for so long, they.. they come over
every once in a while...to make a movie..
Chet and Marco both nodded. "Sure do."
Kelly piped up eagerly, joining in Cap's
enthusiasm."We're great fans of most
of them. Attack of the Ghoulies and last year's
of Frankenstein here. Do you really
have an iron maiden in the basement down there?
We didn't really
quite make it down there
Lopez smacked Chet silent before Cap
could use the
eye on him.
"This is Dr. Brackett, go ahead, 51."
Johnny continued his report. "Rampart
our victim's got a history of chronic
occlusive pulmonary disease. He admits
to asthma. I've listened
to him and he
does sound a little wet on the left side.
And his breathing's slightly labored.
amended his liter flow to four
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