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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Entering Rampart, Johnny and Roy headed for the nurses' station. "Good morning, Dix!" Johnny smiled his famous grin at his favorite nurse. "We’re here to get supplies, Gage, not spend all day chasing nurses!" Roy grumpily advised his cheerful partner. He stalked away, heading to the lounge to grab some coffee. "Did someone get up on the wrong side of the bed today?" Dixie questioned Roy’s shocked partner as she grabbed the supply list from his hand. "I’ll give you three guesses but I think you can figure it out in only one." Kel and Joe approached the desk, having witnessed Roy’s uncharacteristic jab and then Johnny’s statement to Dixie. All three of Rampart’s staff figured out it had to be the annual visit of Roy’s mother-in-law. Dixie said, "It’s that time of year already?" "Yep, I’m afraid so," Johnny confirmed. "Is it just my imagination or is Roy a whole lot more out of sorts from this impending visit than usual?" Dr. Bracket asked. "Yeah, Doc, he does seem to be worse this time," replied the puzzled paramedic. "I have no idea why. Although, he did comment he had a bad morning. Not to mention the weather." "I certainly hope things will improve soon," Dr. Early stated what they all were silently hoping, "With both Roy AND the weather!" "How is the Brown family doing?" Johnny asked. "Mikey is much improved," Kel replied. "We were able to remove him from the vent the night before last. He is doing excellent." "The rest of the kids were placed in a good foster home. Mikey will be able to join them when he is released," Joe added. "Peri entered an excellent treatment program. I think when she completes it there is hope social services will help them be reunited as a family." "I’m glad to hear that, docs! Maybe that will help take a little grump out of my partner." Johnny responded. "Well, guess I had better not get caught ‘chasing nurses’ now," Johnny said with a laugh. "If you dare, tell that partner of mine I’ll be in the squad." "We don’t get paid enough to put our lives at risk Johnny!" Dixie smarted off to the departing paramedic. |
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Momentarily, Roy rejoined Johnny in the squad. Silence reigned as they pulled out of Rampart’s driveway. ::This is going to be an incredibly l-o-n-g day.:: Johnny decided. Shortly, they were back to the station and performing their assigned chores. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For a day the skies decided to downpour on Los Angeles, the tones stayed remarkably silent, resulting in a slow, tedious day. All of the guys stayed well away from Roy, not wanting to be in the path of his ire. Even Mike’s famous spaghetti failed to pull Roy out of his funk. Much later that afternoon, as Johnny was busy elsewhere, the Phantom decided it was time to strike back. Unfortunately, it resulted in Roy falling victim to the attack. Chet turned tail and ran as he realized what had happened. Roy could only stand there and mutter, "What else could I possibly expect today?" Roy returned from changing his shirt and Cap, the only one who dared approach him, said. "We've decided we would like to have those chili dogs for dinner tonight. I'd like you and Johnny to head up and get them now," Captain Stanley commanded. "Come on, Johnny let's get this over with," Roy said with a huff. |
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They headed out into the rain once more, heading to bring the food back to the station. They had nearly reached the food stand when the tones went off. ##Engine 51, Squad 51, Station 36, Truck 110, Squad 45; mudslide, multiple cars over the embankment, Hwy 10, just south of mile marker 75. Police and ambulances are responding. Time out 16:55.## "Wow, I’m glad we are fully supplied," Johnny said as he pulled on his helmet. "Yeah," Roy agreed. Roy maneuvered the squad past the heavy Friday afternoon traffic. Fortunately, the cars, although already backed up more than a mile as people headed out of the city for the weekend, managed to get over enough for the squad to pass. First on the scene, Squad 51 pulled up, parking the squad well away from the slide that was blocking off the full width of the three lane highway. The two paramedics pulled on their turnout coats and grabbed their gear. Looking up, they saw the sky showed no signs of letting up. ::If anything, the weather is worsening.:: Roy thought. ::Sure wish I hadn’t wondered what could be worse about today!:: Multiple cars, unable to move because of the slide and the traffic behind them, were stopped in front of the squad. "Hey, Roy.." Johnny said as he pointed above them, "I really don’t like the looks of this mountain. I think this section could go at any time. These cars can’t move yet because of the traffic, but I think we need to get the people out of them and back to where they will be safe." "Yeah, I agree, Johnny." Roy responded. "Listen up, folks!" Johnny called out. "We need everyone who is between our squad and the slide to please get out of your cars and move back behind the squad. This area isn’t safe for you to stay." Fortunately, most of the people listened and proceeded as Johnny had asked them. The paramedics surveyed the cars that they could see off the embankment as they walked towards the slide. The embankment was steep, but not a cliff. As far as fifty feet down the hill they could see multiple cars, as well as a few victims that looked like they had either been thrown or crawled out. Another fifty feet below they could see the northbound section of Highway 10. |
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A four door Buick sedan was buried under the debris, a large rock on top of the hood and windshield. Roy reached in and confirmed what he feared. "Johnny, the driver is a code F." He continued to check the other cars on the road for any victims. Johnny headed back to the squad and grabbed the climbing gear they needed. As he headed back towards the slide, Vince drove up and parked by the squad. He was immediately followed by Engine 51. Cap joined Johnny and surveyed the scene while the engine setup for the upcoming rappelling. They spotted movement just below. A muddy woman crawled up the embankment. Johnny reached out to help her back onto the road. |
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"My car was the last one that went over," the woman said. "It was stopped by the big tree there," she pointed about ten feet down the embankment. "I’m fine. I just cut my head on the window as I crawled out of my car. The people in the car in front of me didn’t look good. I heard someone moaning. Please, don’t worry about me, go help the other people." she implored. Meanwhile, Vince spotted the car containing the code F. He noted the license plate and told Roy, "This car was involved in the kidnapping of a five year old girl! She is still missing!" |
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**************************************************************** From : Cassidy Meyers <killashandrarey@hotmail.com> Sent : Wednesday, October 26, 2005 3:01 PM Subject : Muddy Mire, No Fire.. "Vince, there's a ton of people in trouble down there!" Roy said. "We'll get to her when we can. Could you make sure that any of the guy's potential weapons in that car have been disarmed? Last thing we need is a firefighter shooting himself later on in the middle of doing his body recovery." Vince nodded, wincing uneasily up at the oozing mountain above the section of road in front of them. He could see that the cars in the gully hadn't been in the brunt of the main ongoing mudslide. That one, was still in progress like a large tongue of slow gooey lava in a slate colored river, moving across the highway two hundred feet away from the flashing fire trucks. Howard could barely see the spots the engine crew had aimed on the tangle of cars through the fierce rainfall that wasn't letting up. "I'll make sure to check the whole car out as soon as I get this lady into the squad car out of the rain." "Have Stoker check her out a little better and tell him to stay with her until the ambulance arrives!" Gage said as he and Roy started down the buried hill already spread knee deep in mud. "Ma'am, go with the police officer. He'll get you to a safe place and get that cut on your forehead treated by one of our engine crew. If you start to feel worse or faint, tell them and either my partner or I will come back to take a better look at you." he told her over the loud rainfall flooding down around them. The shaken woman was nonplussed. "I meant what I said. I'm o.k. I wasn't even jarred when my car got shoved off by the slide. Just ignore me." Cap had to smile at her tenacity. ::As if he could.:: He stepped forward to take her shoulders from Johnny's firm grip. "Miss. First things first. Let's get you dry before you start shivering any harder. Vince here will get you into some warm blankets and I promise you he'll get the heater going. While you're in there, if you remember anything about victim numbers, tell us using the policeman's handy talkie." The dripping woman nodded, accepting the 4X4 Mike Stoker starting pressing gently to her wound to stop the thick bleeding she wasn't yet aware of. "This way.." Mike told her, and Vince and he led her away from the area. |
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Gage was already counting the number of injured people doughed into the pools of mud around the cars. "...four, five, six.. Roy, none of them are moving but none of them are face buried at least." "Points in our favor.. Cap!" Roy called out. Stanley came back, running from the engine. He had been calling for another alarm assignment, a heavy equipment crew to handle the moving mudflow, and another six ambulances. "I think we're gonna need all the resuscitation gear, drownings are most likely gonna happen in all this." DeSoto said about the flooding rain. "I'm way ahead of you. Marco's getting everything now. Want a tank to go down with you initially?" "Yeah." Roy nodded, letting Kelly quickly tie off a lifeline to his belt from the engine's wench. "Put it in a stokes, we'll drag it along with us while we check out the victims thrown free of their cars. The ones still inside vehicles are gonna haveta wait a while. They're sheltered at least." Lopez hustled and guide-roped a bare stokes' head end with fast knots to the engine's bumper. He got a canvas web sling snapped into place along with packages of folded yellow shock sheets for when they chose the first person to rescue and extricate. "Here's the first rigging, guys. I've got four demand valve tank regulators cracked open and set in here." Gage and Roy nodded as they studied the hill for the safest way to slither down it using their lifelines. "Lower it down to us as we go! We'll signal ya what we find." Chet returned Roy and Johnny's HTs, wrapped in plastic bags. "Waterproofed fellas. Go.. We got ya.." he told them as he and Hank took up their waist ropes. DeSoto and Gage wasted no more time, slipping deep into triage mode. Roy shouted, "I'll take these three!" he said, crawling through the mud towards the nearest twisted group of victims sticking out of the muddy morass. Gage waved to him as he high stepped through the mudflow down to the lowest cluster of victims that he could see. He carried a resuscitator with him, from the stokes Marco was sliding down alongside them. He put an oral airway in between his teeth as he scrambled, to keep it relatively clean. Johnny reached the first man and tipped back his head from where he lay on his back. He didn't bother with spinal precautions when he realized the man wasn't breathing, lying as he was, partially submerged in muck. He crouched down hopefully over the man's nose and mouth to see if he started breathing again. He didn't. And a set of gloved fingers to the neck proved the lack of a pulse, too. ::Dead.:: Gage thought. He rose up only briefly to his knees in the muck to give Cap a cut throat gesture about the man in front of him so Hank would know about his killed status and mark the dead man's position on his chart for the coroner. He threw an unopened blanket packet onto the man's chest to show other workers that he had been assessed as a fatality and then he moved on. The next woman lay on her side, gurgling weakily. Gage scooped away water and mud from her nose and mouth and immediately tipped back her head further until she started gasping in stronger more relieved breaths. He left a flowing oxygen mask over her face to shield out the rain and he used the oral airway he had carried with him. He decided to leave the first demand valve unit behind for the extrication firefighters behind him to find and use on her later should she need it. |
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Johnny moved on again, pressing through the mud with his hands for the location of another victim to check. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roy reached his first victim, a young teenager. The girl immediately reacted when he touched her face and head to listen for breathing. She screamed. DeSoto froze. "Easy, calm down. I'm Roy DeSoto, a Los Angeles County fire fighter paramedic. A bunch of my crew behind me are gonna get you out of here before anything else happens with that hillside up there, ok? Now tell me, where is this pain of yours coming from?" he asked with a gentle smile, wiping away mud and blood from her lips with his gloves. "My l-legs. I think they're broken!" she sobbed, breathing fast. "Ok, lie still. I promise I won't bump them again. How's your back or your neck? Do they hurt anywhere along here?" he asked carefully probing over and behind her head and on down her spine underneath the mud while he held her forehead still. "No..*gasp* ...no.. Just my legs." she trembled. "Oh, g*d. What happened?" "Mudslide. We're off the side of the highway about thirty feet down. Hold still as you can while I cover you in this sheet to warm you up a bit. Some other firemen are on their way down to come stretcher you out of here, ok?" and he turned to crawl to the next form lying in the mud. The girl grabbed the back of his jacket. "You're not leaving me?!" she startled in fright. She immediately winced and screamed when her shattered legs jolted her. Roy grabbed her shoulders, pulling the sheet over her face so the rain would stop drowning her. "I have to. Others may be hurt worse than you nearby. I won't be far. And it'll be less than five minutes until the next crew gets here to get you out of this mud." he told her when he saw that there was no active arterial hemorrhaging happening from her broken legs in the water pooling up around the craters their bodies were leaving in the thickening mud. |
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The girl's eyes connected with his for a moment as she tried to talk again, but then she suddenly sagged into unconsciousness underneath his hands. "Hey.. are you still with me?" Roy shouted, pinching the skin of her neck. She didn't wake in the slightest. DeSoto cross fingered an oral airway into her mouth and left a high flow oxygen mask in place once he was assured her breathing continued. He raised her head up onto a torn free car door to thwart the rising level of the mud flowing around her. Then he used his HT. "Cap! This girl first. She's real shocky!" he said when his fingers failed to find a pulse lower than the crook of her elbow. ##Two men from thirty six's are coming down for her. We see you! So far, Gage's got one alive.## replied Hank from the talkie's speaker. "She's airway secured. No apparent spinal injuries." Roy told him. ##10-4, pal. They've been notified. Keep going with triage.## DeSoto crawled away from the teenager, feeling the tug of not wanting to acutely, dragging another muddy oxygen tank case along behind him. A man called out to him from a filling hole. He was buried up to the waist in muck. "Hey, fireman! A little help here?" DeSoto whirled, almost losing his balance and falling in the mud until he spotted the man. "You hurt at all?" "Nah, I'm not a driver from one of these buried cars. I'm a bystander who wanted to actively help instead of gape like those morons are doing up there. But I was stupid enough to get stuck stepping into a hole." Roy continued to slide his eyes around for his third victim as he talked. "We'll get you out of there real soon. Just keep still so you don't sink down any deeper. Grab this rope." he said, tying one off to a tree over the man's head. "Keep yourself on top of all this mud. I gotta keep searching here for other victims." "I know.." said the muddy man. "Check over by that shrub. I thought I heard coughing over there a minute ago." "Over here?" Roy asked the trapped man, spitting out the rain streaming into his face. "Yeah. Sounded like a kid." he replied with a shiver. Roy found a child eight feet further along under the branches of a chaparral. He knew he had found Vince's kidnapped girl by the way her mouth was taped with her hands tied behind her back. Giving a cry of instinct that only another parent would understand, he pulled the tape off her mouth and listened for signs of respirations while he felt for a pulse. He found very weak ones under icy cold skin. ::She's hypothermic already.:: He opened the resuscitator case and began using it, fast. The oxygen slowly boosted the unconscious little girl's color away from cyanotic gray. The trapped bystander wanted to know. "Is that person alive?" he asked, unable to see Roy clearly through the driving rain. "Yes, thanks for the tip. It was a near thing but I think she's gonna be ok." "A woman?" "No, a little girl. One the police have been looking for." "Good deal. How about that..." chuckled the man. "I'm stuck, but I'm a hero, too. Kinda makes feeling like an absolute fool all worth while." Roy was relieved enough to laugh along with the well meaning bystander. Moving her as a unit, DeSoto pulled the little girl into his arms and into the warmth of his wrapped overcoat and body heat as he stood up with her to meet the extrication crews coming down to meet him. "Tell Vince I'm coming up with his kidnap victim! There's two live victims down here besides mine. One ok, one unconscious and breathing secured." |
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The roped firefighter team nodded and Roy recognized them as part of 36's engine crew. They had a stokes between them and shovels. "Where are your paramedics?" Roy asked. "Topside!" they replied. "Waiting for your partner's two victims! Need help with her?" "I got him.." shouted Marco, skidding down the hill with a child's backboard. He set the board on top of a car roof while Roy kept up ventilations on the girl and strapped her in tightly for the trip to the road. As a precaution, a rope had been tied to the head of the board and a fireman from Truck 110 manned it. "Roy, how's she doing? She arrested?" "No. Breathing too slow. I don't think she's hurt badly. She's just real cold." Roy replied. "Looks like she ran over here from these footprints. Probably fell into the mud when she got overtired from panicking after she got away from the dead kidnapper's car. How's my first victim?" "Squad 45's already transporting your leg fractured teenager out by ambulance. All helicopters are still grounded because of the weather at the airport." "I'm not surprised." DeSoto sighed grimly. "Though we sure could've used one to spot more slide victims. What does Johnny have?" Roy asked, giving the little girl another careful breath on the demand valve as Captain Stanley rappelled down the hill toward them to aid their climb to the top of the gully. Lopez tipped a flood of rain off his helmet away from the little girl's face. "A water drowning and a possible conscious cardiac." "Anyone spotting any more victims inside of cars?" "All of the ones we're seeing exposed, are empty." |
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Soon, they got to the road and quickly to a blasting heater's warmth inside of an idling Mayfair. It had its doors open flush with the doors of Gage's so the two paramedics could see each other's victims. Medics from Squad 99 that Cap had called appeared and jumped in to help them with their four victims which included the first head wounded eye witness. DeSoto picked up the biophone while Marco stayed to ventilate the tiny chilled girl on the small backboard. ##Rampart, this is Squad 51. How do you read?## |
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On a separate biophone, 99's, Johnny added his patient info. ##Victim One is a male, approximately fifty five years of age, complaining of severe mid substernal chest pain with shortness of breath. Conscious on oxygen at 15Lpm. He's got an irregular pulse by palpation at the wrist. "Victim Two, is a semi-conscious female, around twenty, fresh water near drowning, breathing on her own in good color on O2. Breath sounds indicate mild pulmonary edema bilaterally with growing rhonci. Pulse is regular but mildly tachycardic. Victim Two denies any cervical spine or back pain.## Roy got a nod from Johnny to take over on their own biophone while he stooped to get a set of vital signs on his more urgent cardiac case. DeSoto spoke loudly, to be heard over the rain pounding down on the roof top of the ambulance. ##Victim Three. Female aged five in protective police custody. No obvious bleeding but she's moderately hypothermic under assisted ventilations. The child is spineboard secured. Note that she was in a car that has sustained a traumatic fatality. "Victim four. Female. No injuries beyond a largish head laceration above the left eye...," Roy added more when Stoker pointed to his helmet and waggled iffy fingers at him about the first woman who had walked out of the gully...." but noted on her by a firefighter is some anterograde amnesia post accident.## He looked away when Mike nodded in affirmation at the kind of memory loss she was experiencing. Joe Early looked up from the fast notes he was taking with a pencil. ##Go ahead with vitals on Victims One and Three to start.## he told both paramedics. Johnny took the airwaves first. ##Victim One. Vitals signs are: Pulse is arrhythmic at 54. Monitor shows.... a junctional escape rhythm. It has normal QRS complexes with inverted P waves, on lead two. BP is 96/50. Respirations are shallow and rapid at twenty two. Pain is at eight of ten and is described as building.## Roy spoke quickly..##Victim Three. Pulse is 46. Respirations unassisted are at eight. BP is 60/42. Passive rewarming of her extremities has begun. Skin is cool to cold, but now dry. We are attempting to get a core body temperature. An EKG reading is ready. Non specific brady without irregularities..but it is not improving to oxygen and ventilations.## Joe hit the talk switch. ##DeSoto, send your strip by telemetry. Gage, give me his using the defibrillator paddles to save time.## Dr. Early got Brackett on the line with Gage's acute MI with a finger point and a pass off of the feeding strip from him over the remote monitor. He also gave the attending his notepage on the man. Kel sized up the findings in seconds. "Johnny, his BP's too low for nitroglycerin. Give Victim One 325 mg. children's aspirin and start an I.V. of 5% Dextrose in half normal saline TKO. Give 0.5 mg atropine. Also morphine sulfate with 5 mg titrated to obtain pain relief. If you gain no resolution of his PJC's after a minute, administer Dopamine 10 mgs IVP. We'll try epinephrine and an isoproterenol drip only if you begin noting a Type II second degree or third degree AV block. Watch for respiratory depression or any further signs of deepening hypotension and guard against it aggressively with positive pressure ventilations and a fluid challenge if necessary.## Gage kicked back the instructions through the phone propped onto one muddy shoulder, while he spiked the I.V. bag that the shivering, moaning man needed. Joe advised Roy on his small child. ##Roy, on Victim Three. Establish an I.V. of lactated Ringer's and infuse at 150 ml/hour. If despite oxygenation and ventilation, her heart rate falls below 60 bpm with poor systemic perfusion, give her some epinephrine I.V. of 0.01 mg/kg 1:10,000, 0.1 mL/kg. You may repeat every 3 to 5 minutes at the same dose to a third injection. Add Atropine 0.02 mg/kg which you can repeat once if you still don't regain that minimum pulse rate. Avoid all rough movement and excessive activity around her. Jostling could move chilled acidotic blood around and cause ventricular fibrillation. Keep in mind if she arrests, defibrillation and anti-dysrhythmia medications should not be used until her core temperature has been raised to at least 86° F. Monitor her core temperature. Switch to warm, humid oxygen via ambu. Start active rewarming of both her axilla, trunk, and groin areas and heat your I.V. fluids to 106°F if at all possible under your conditions.## "10-4, Rampart." and DeSoto repeated his orders back to the listening doctor on the other end of his line. "The girl's temperature is currently 84.2°F and rising." |
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Chet Kelly used a spare fire glove that he had thrown onto the Mayfair's dashboard heat vent to steam as an improvised, insulated I.V. pouch. He tested to make sure it wasn't hot enough to melt the child's I.V. bag, like one would test a few drops of bottled milk for a baby on an inner wrist, and Roy found that he had to smile at that. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dr. Early turned to Kel about his patient. "What do you think? Bradycardia's a late sign of severe hypoxic deficit in a small child. Think the cold saved her from getting brain damaged?" Kel frowned, studying the countertop. "Depends on how she became dyspneic in the first place. We won't know a definite outcome until we get a true esophageal temperature reading and warm her up back to normal using aggressive peritoneal, chest tube and bladder lavage." "I was afraid you might say something like that." said Joe. "I wouldn't tell you anything but the absolute truth in this kind of matter." Kel replied. "In your shoes, I'd be hunting for a little optimism myself." Then he turned back to the radio. "51, Victim Two. Go ahead with her vitals set and findings." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gage finished injecting the heart attack victim's medications as he spoke. ##We've got her head elevated and it's helping with her shortness of breath. Level of consciousness is improving. Pulse is 120. EKG remains unremarkable. But respirations are 22 and mildly labored. Her BP is 100/70. Body core temperature drop is negligable at this time. Seems the blankets and all the heaters running full blast in here are starting to work for her.## Brackett told Johnny to start an I.V. saline lock as an open window for future meds and to give the woman a dose of Albuterol to ease her bronchospasming. ##Dirt and debris might be the cause of some of her difficulty, Johnny. Guard against further aspirations and keep treating for shock.## Joe handled the last victim after he got vital sign details. ##Roy, check her neurological status and watch for other signs of mental deterioration with that possible head injury. Immobilize her head and neck and place her onto a longboard with her head raised just as a precaution. Start her on O2 and check her blood glucose. It may be that exertion under these frigid conditions have caused a little hypoglycemic imbalance in her bloodstream.## "10-4, Rampart. Squad 99 is riding with us in assistance." replied DeSoto. Brackett wrapped up their treatment call. ##Both of you, survey all victims head to toe for other hidden problems you haven't noted yet. Keep everybody warm and dry and continually monitor their vital signs every five minutes. Keep ventilating those with airways in place with warmed humidified oxygen. Transport as soon as possible. What's your ETA, 51 and 99?## "Fifteen minutes max for both ambulances. All air support has been grounded by storms." said one of 99's paramedics using his HT on the biocom frequency. ##10-4.## Brackett replied. ##We'll be waiting.## Dixie McCall picked up all the care notes the doctors had started, leaving only two blank supplemental sheets for them to add on to as they stayed inside the base station alcove to monitor the rescue squads progress to the hospital. "I'll get treatment rooms two through four set for everybody. I've already gave Morton a heads up. He's on lunch. And I've notified a pediatric neurologist about our hypothermia case." she told them. "Efficient as usual. Thanks, Dixie." said Joe. "Have you heard an ETA on Squad 45's victim with the bilateral tib/fib fractures?" "She's here and has already been anesthetized for an emergency exploratory. Dr. Weathers planned ahead of time that he wouldn't disturb you boys while you dealt with the multiple casualty call. And before you ask how you never heard anything on them while they rushed in here,..he handled her radio traffic from security dispatch." Dixie told them with a gracious head incline. |
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Dr. Brackett grinned ruefully. "That was ingenuous. Saved us a bit of noisy confusion in here. I hate it when we've got more than two calls running at the same time. This room's too small for comfort or concentration's sake." "That's what he figured." Dixie demurred. "I'd better go get things set up asap. We're gonna need a lot of hot water along with all the warming measures equipment." And she left the two doctors behind to mull over plans of attack for their latest mudslide cases. ************************************************** From : patti keiper <pattik1@hotmail.com> Sent : Thursday, October 27, 2005 9:02 PM Subject : The Dogging Emergency.... Captain Stanley watched Squad 99 treat patients alongside his men until he knew it was time to move all four ambulances out. He had just wrapped up the last victim in blankets when Squad 36's paramedics came out of the gloom. "Do they need us?" one of them asked him. He shook his head. "How's your new man?" "You mean the less than smart guy who piled on down the hill to try and play the hero?" "Yeah." "He's got a sprained ankle. Refused transportation." answered the second taller medic. "Well, he's gotta save face somehow. Can blame him too much for beating a hasty retreat. He can still smile plenty for finding that little girl for us over a nice hot dinner cooked by his adoring wife." Hank quipped. The two from 36's chuckled. "Any more victims, captain?" "Nah. 99's engine crew says no more are being found on top of this stuff. You can stick around if you like, just in case." Stanley kidded. "We're gonna have to. Our captain's the tenacious type. He won't let us leave until every inch of that slide's been probed and checked. Think about us when you're showering up in a half hour and count your blessings that yours was the first station on scene, okay?" "There's always next time. You know how it works. The medically treating station gets to leave when their squad leaves while transporting victims." "We do. Won't be so slow next time. Just you watch. Second arrival search duty's gonna be yours. Count on it." they promised without sting. "And we'll be sure to make it during a frosty night in the mountains on brush detail." they laughed good naturedly as they returned back the way they had come with their gear boxes. Captain Stanley winced in sympathy. "Stay warm, fellas." He drew out his HT. "Engine 51, L.A., Station 51 out one half hour." ##Station 51. *Spap*## "Come on, gang. Let's wrap up our end and clear out of all this rain. I swear my socks are shrinking." Hank told Marco, Kelly and Stoker. The three soaked and muddy firemen left for the engine with absolutely zero prodding. Just the idea of slide clean up made their upcoming station vehicles wash detail seem like a cakewalk. |
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