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"Wait a sec, I'm being dragged into this whole thing?" Dixie's look could melt steel. "And why not? You should at least make an appearance as the head of Emergency Services-Rampart ; to show your appreciation for all the hard work your two best paramedics and their stationmates have done for us.. Especially this week. Kel, have you seen their run sheets? They been frought with fatalities..or else, it's those crazy dumpster fires. That's bound to be more than just a little frustrating don't you think?" "Oh, all right. I guess I can bring a bottle of wine or two over for a few hours.." Brackett sighed, giving in to peer pressure. "Well all right.." Dix said. "Now we have to come up with some entertainment." Mike Morton said, "I can always bring my guitar.." "You sing?" Joe said, almost spitting out his coffee. Brackett tossed him a napkin or two to clean up before the dribble reached his collar and white jacket. "A little.." Morton said defensely crossing his arms. But his smile was mild as he regarded his colleagues. "I do a fair job." "I sing too, doctor. " Dixie grinned. "And I'd be honored if you'd let me sit in on a few songs." "Be my guest.." "Then that's that.." Joe Early said. Everyone took his cue and rose in their seats, eyeing the time running out for their mutual breaks. "I'll let you know what time this Saturday boys.." Dixie said as they dispersed back into the hallway and to their own routines. ------------------------------------------ John looked up when he felt a tapping on his shoulder. "A minute ten. Twenty two breaths Gage." Chet said, whispering around his newspaper at the table. "What..?" "That's how long and how often Marco connected with the O2 earlier man. You said you wanted to know.." "Oh, yeah. Right. Thanks Chet. Seems to have worked. He's speaking more clearly and that cough of his has been less." "One more assist in the bag.." Chet said happily secretive. "His mother will thank us for going through the trouble of fussing like this." "His mother?" "Yeah, she's the one who called Roy asking him to check out Marco yesterday night before we all went to bed." "You actually talked to Rose Marie Lopez?" John said with amusement. "I don't even think I've ever met her.." "Yes, sweet old thing. And we had a nice conversation too.." Chet said. "Seems Marco's in the market for moving out of the house and into an apartment for the two of them.." "He is?" Roy said, munching on a bagel. "Money problems?" "No, just getting closer to assisted care for his mother. She says she's getting on and would like someone to come in every so often to help her out so Marco can free up more of his time to live his own life.." |
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"She told you that?" Johnny asked, in a whisper. "Yeah, man. Like I said, she's a sweet little old lady who'll talk your ear off just as much as she'll fill your stomach with food you can die for.." Kelly admitted. "Oh. Maybe we should ah, should ..ah, help them out to find ...a place like that, Roy.." John said when Chet retreated back into his funnies section. "What do you think...?" he said uncomfortably rubbing a non existent ache in his neck. "Johnny, don't even go there. You know how private Marco gets with his personal life. If we're having this much trouble getting him cared for following fires, what kind of trouble do you think we'll get into prying into his private affairs?" Roy asked reasonably. "Well I don't know. I.. I just think we should help him, that's all.." Johnny grinned and frowned with no confidence.. "Uh huh.. Easier said than done buddy boy.." Roy said, and he turned back to his snack, trying not to catch an irresistable snooze that seemed to be creeping up on him in the background. The noon day sun started streaming through the window onto the couch and Bonnie stretched out underneath it luxuriously lengthening her limbs and moaning with a contented whine. Cap quieted her with affectionate scratches on her belly without looking around his incident reports. "Nice job all , on the squad. We're back in business." Marco piped up from the water glass he was sipping gingerly. As yet, Johnny's herbal tea, was untouched. "Anything to keep Brice out of the station.." he quipped. Then he coughed a few times, clearing loosening phlegm from his chest. Johnny and Roy both cocked an ear to hear how those noises had sounded. Then the two paramedics both pursed their lips in grins of success behind their newspaper pages. Things sounded way better for Lopez. The phone rang and Captain Stanley rose to answer it. "LA County Fire Department. This is Captain Stanley... uh, huh.. " he said as he listened to his caller. "Uh,.. hang on.." He turned to the other guys and said..... ------------------------------- |
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**************************** From : Katherine Bird <kathbird01@yahoo.co.uk> Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] Big Brother.. Date : Fri, 18 Oct 2002 21:42:50 +0100 (BST) "Gage,.. it's a Lydia Montegeaux, calling from San Bernadino, inside our district..." For some reason, Cap was beaming ear to ear. Johnny shot up from his chair quickly to snatch the phone away from Cap to cover the receiver before the entire company erupted into cat calls and hoots and whistles. "WHeeuuueeEEEeeee, way to go Gage." "Is this that chick you were trying to call last night? Man she must be really hung on you Gage to call back after you didn't." "Another date? Hey fellas, five dollars down he doesn't arrange dinner plans during this phonecall. Put your gatas where your boca is.." "I'm in.." Mike said, pulling out his wallet and throwing down a crisp five where Marco was pointing on the table top vigorously. Cap just threw up his hands. "You guys are relentless.. Now cut that out.. Give the man some privacy.." They ignored Cap because he was still grinning and even Roy threw down a rumpled bill on top of Chet, Marco and Mike's. John shot acid towards them all , hunching over around the mouthpiece of the phone, turning his back towards the rest of the gang after hissing a few indignant warnings to them all to hush down. Then he completely changed his tone of voice. "Uh, Lydia, Hi sweety. *Smooch* I love you too. How's your arm today? Yeah? The doctors give you a big cast? Wow, I can just imagine. " he paused and his face beamed into a big smile as he slipped into a bonafide protective mode with his voice. The guys piped down when they realized that Gage was talking to a little girl of all things. All their mouths hung open, then one by one, they all retrieved their betting money back thoughtfully as they more or less politely easedropped. Mike started guessing. "Is this a kid you and Johnny had on a rescue?" Roy shook his head and shrugged. Chet said, "Cap, why didn't you tell us it was a little girl on the phone.." |
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