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Dr. Brackett eyed his paramedics. "Marco's quit breathing. Someone bag him." "Got it.." Brice said, getting an ambu with a full flow line running to him. Dr. Brackett looked up. "Now it's a race gentlemen. Can we keep Marco going long enough until that serum's ready? How long can we keep up breathing for him like this manually?" "Forever man. We'll spell each other." Chet said with serious conviction. "When that ambu's O2 runs out, we'll positive pressure vent him on Eight's O2, and when that runs out, we'll still be able to take turns with us on a cannula, going mouth to mouth from what's left of our engine's O2." Kel face was serious but he smiled at Chet's self sacrificing mentality. "That last option is a last resort. I'll have no one directly exposing themselves to this Marburg bug unless we absolutely have to. We can always call the triage station for more O2 and maybe they can fly us in a bird ventilator before that happens." There was a shout outside, "Captain Stanley!" It was Stone. Hank said. "I'll be right back.." He met his colleague outside by 51's engine, and started speaking before Stone could fall apart. "Manney's fine. Revived and resting." "And your Marco?" Cap didn't say anything. But Stone said...... -------------------------- |
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*********************************** From: "Cory Anda" <andacory@hotmail.com> Date: Sat Nov 16, 2002 3:14 am Subject: Full Moon Dues "Don't hide anything from me, Hank. You always clam up when one of your men gets into a tight corner. I'm with you. If there's anything I can do--" Stanley leaned on the engine, suddenly weary beyond what he could bear and he sat down heavily on a hose port. "Ben,..I- I can't fight this. Not any more. The whole past two days have been a h*ll of alot more than I , even as a firehouse captain, can take. I -I.. I.... think I've reached my cracking point." Hank admitted, his face lapsing into a very vulnerable pall. "That bug is worse than they were letting on. I just left my man in there on the receiving end of an ambu bag and there's absolutely not a g*dd*mned thing I can do about it to s--" and his voice choked off. Ben took off his helmet and set it onto the engine's foot ledge, and drew Stanley into a tight embrace. "Hank. You haven't been a captain unless you care about your men more than you do yourself. And I've never seen a finer man for the job.." Captain Stone released Hank giving his arms one last squeeze of encouragement. "He'll be just fine. I've worked with the CDC people before, during that Legionaire's crisis of 1970. If Marco's got a pulse, they can save him." Cap tossed his head in disbelief, but Ben went on. "Now hear me out. I watched seventeen people come back to this Jamie MacPherson that one summer, when by all means, they should have been dead. She was right there, at their sides, not sleeping, hardly eating, face glued to the microscope and her spectography gels, until she had it licked. She's like a bulldog with a rag when it comes to these nastier bugs. So have faith in her and her colleagues. I know the methods she uses, works." |
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