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The Story Unfolds... Season Three, Episode Twenty.. §§ Recertification §§ Debut Launch: April 1st, 2005. ******************************************************* From: "Cory Anda" <andacory@hotmail.com> Date: Mon Apr 4, 2005 3:02 pm Subject: The Changes in the Air.. Dr. Kelly Brackett pulled up into his parking place under the Jerusalem pine row next to the fire paramedic chopper pad. Joe Early, in the passenger seat next to him, grabbed his travel mug and got out of the convertible. Kel was twenty feet away from their parking space when he immediately about faced and returned to re-key the driver's door to roll up all four of his windows snugly, including the sun roof. "Kel, I don't think it's gonna rain.." teased Joe Early. "There's not a cloud in the sky this morning." Brackett grumbled, adjusting his wide splashy tie as he paced back to the silver haired doctor's side. "I learned my lesson about not doing this, the hard way. Joe, I'm surprised at you. The first time I forgot to seal up, I had so much dust in my car from all the chopper landings that I could leave fingerprints on the dashboard. Deep ones!" "Guess my last name's too close to the beginning of the alphabet, Kel. Every non-surgical doctor up to M has to park in the east lot, remember?" Joe said. "But that doesn't mean our cars don't get just as filthy..." "Oh, yeah, I'd forgotten, you guys have the honor of parking near the freeway ramp." he gave a shudder. "All that oil vapor's much worse." "Not really." "I think so. Having to wash gummy petroleum scum off your car windows is ten times more annoying. I may get to park nearer the main doors, but I didn't expect that privilege to include free auto paint sandblasting.." "Oh, hush, Kel. You love the chopper program and you know it." "I'll either affirm or deny that after a cup of joe, Joe.".. he winked, deliberately teasing Early with the pun on his first name. "It's too early to be admiring how lovely our suburban hospital is sitting in the middle of an urban city setting." Dr. Brackett joked sarcastically. "The only thing rustic about our location is the silhouette of the mountains we sometimes get to see whenever the smog lifts." "Do we need cleaner gasoline?" Early wondered, thinking on it with a frown. "I know it. Just look at the middle of your driving lane sometimes. They are black as coal. No wonder people are dropping from respiratory and cardiac disorders like flies." "Job security, Kel. What's on your agenda for today?" Joe chuckled as they walked the short distance to the emergency ambulance doors for the doctor's lounge to pick up their white doctor's coats. "A little paper pushing. A surprise meeting with Los Angeles County regulatory board itself. Seems the big shots from the fire department want to "standardize" my paramedic program to fit their new system on how they train new firefighters.." "Oo, I don't like the sound of that. What are they looking for?" Dr. Early asked curiously. His mild shy smile never left his face. "Probably how to put a bandaid on someone while simultaneously manning a fire hose. Who knows? Guess I'll find out once I get there." "What's there to replan? Your paramedic training candidate success rate's been almost perfect these last past six years. Especially using fire engine rescue men training up to the paramedic squad level. Johnny Gage is a classic example of that." |
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"It's not that they're not happy with my certification numbers.The county claims that they have new technologies they wish to incorporate into the department system, both on the medical and firefighting fronts. The most obvious being the creation of a paramedic manual with some pre-set standardized protocols to eliminate the usual field to doctor communication time delays on implementing victim treatments. Seems they don't like all the rehashing being done over the repeater tower frequencies for medical clearances. They say all the unnecessary air time's getting expensive to regulate and coordinate." "Oh, I get the picture. It is you or them who's embarrassed by all your paramedics out-thinking the doctor and anticipating your orders over the radio?" "Not me. I love the fact that some of my senior medics do that. Saves me a lot of headaches on busy base station call days." "Sure it does..." Joe teased sarcastically. "And the chiefs, too. They want you to write those fixed new protocols into stone to put your county funded money where your mouth is to save THEM a couple of bucks." "Just call me Moses..." Kel quipped, not hiding an obvious truth. "I don't envy you. I can see the practicality of doing a change like that. Perhaps the biophone concept as we know it, is on the way out.." Joe theorized. "Not in a million years." Brackett grumbled good naturedly. "How can you improve the telephone industry? Eliminate telephone wires for everybody?" "Stranger things have happened.." Joe said. "So, what's some of the new stuff the fire department wants to implement into the new manual?" "We'll find out at the meeting. Want to sit in on it? I could use your input. I already have all the paramedics scheduled to attend the county fire heads with the Physician's Association in a series of conferences to refine needs for the new guidelines I've been asked to write." "On top of your usual ER workload?" goggled Dr. Early. "Seniority sucks sometimes, too, Joe." "I'm so there. Who else is going to watch your back to make sure you don't crack under the pressure?" "A friend to the end. Knew I could count on you." smirked Kel. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The gang had just cleared the table of breakfast dishes when Cap came in the room with a brown paper sealed, person sized package stamped priority mail. Johnny Gage, being curious, asked about it. "What's that, Cap? A new chalkboard for the rec room?" "No, it's a piece of new equipment we're to start training on. One of several new pieces for the engine. Grab the other end and help me open it." Stanley said hefting the bulky package over the table top. Marco, Chet and Stoker hastily cleared away the napkin holder, and the salt and pepper shakers. Gage ripped open the paper like a kid at Christmas. His face immediately frowned. "What're all these? A new set of cave in braces?" "No, Gage. What else does it look like? Far out, Cap. I read up on this in the Fire Science Digest last month." Chet said. |
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Roy DeSoto quit rubbing his chin as the paper wrapping fell away. "It's a new kind of stretcher.." he guessed. "Yep. It's called a scoop stretcher. And this thing's only the first of the new stuff that's being tested out with us in the field. Seems there's gonna be new standards of recertification in the works for all of us simple firefighters." Cap said, trying to smile. The other firefighters, quit smiling. "You're kidding.." said Marco. "You mean learning all those engineer chemical formulas and hose pressure calculations weren't bad enough?" "Apparently not." said Hank. Gage started laughing. "Too bad, guys. Maybe you all should become paramedics to avoid all that....on the job training suffering." "Wipe that smile off your face, Gage. This," Cap frowned as he smacked down a large fat notebook that they all recognized as the squad drug pharmacology manual from his office down onto the table."..is for you. Brackett wants you to take it to the first of several meetings to go over the new paramedic changes, starting today. Seems a bunch of trial senior paramedics have already attempted to pass the new mock test recertification standards. Over half of them, failed. One of them who didn't pass, I'll have you know, was Craig Brice." The smiles fled off Roy and Johnny's faces. "What? But he's the walking rule book. How can he-?" Gage broke off, dumbstruck. Roy simply sighed, closing his eyes. Chet Kelly started chuckling. "Well, what's good for the goose.." he leaned into Johnny's gaping face, hefting up the heavy, dusty, little used drug manual and sent it into Gage's arms with a toss, "..is good for the gander. Join in the fun, boys. Looks like it's just beginning... for all of us.." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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******************************************************************** From : patti keiper <pattik1@hotmail.com> Sent : Friday, April 8, 2005 3:46 PM Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] The Scene.. The SCU tones went off, long ones, calling out both the squad and the engine. As he ran, Cap couldn't quite suppress some shivers. L.A.'s information had followed quicker than normal after the electronic call signs for multiple stations. "Move guys. This one's big..." Hank said unnecessarily. "Lopez, take the new scoop in with you guys into the crew compartment. We'll stash it in storage later if there's no need for it. I already have the rest of the new equipment in the back. I'll train you up as we go." "Right, Cap." said Marco and he picked up the two halves of the new stretcher from the tabletop. Chet helped him carry the two sections like a ladder. Everyone was in full turn out even before the bay doors fully opened. Stoker drew out the massive Ward La France to the edge of the drive behind the squad and waited for the rest of the call. ##Stations 99, 24, 10, 18 and 51 with Battalion 1. Structural collapse at the Beverly Mall. 8500 Beverly Boulevard. Cross street, Cienega Boulevard. 8500 Beverly Boulevard. Cross street, Cienega Boulevard...## Roy hung an immediate right. ##..Mall supervisors report multiple trapped casualties. Negative on fire occurance or main structure compromise. Triage protocol alerts have been issued. Incident 10-20 is the central rotunda, west entrance. Time out, 1003...## Cap picked up the radio mic. "Station 51, 10-4. KMG 365.." as a chorus from the other four stations followed suit. Then he picked up his HT and flipped over to truck to truck. "Have any of you been here before? The center's a large-ish concrete four level behemoth on the end of the main drag." "Yeah, Cap. The layout's a sort of lopsized diamond. The rotunda's a big open area with two elevator shafts situated opposite on a square. If I remember rightly, there's glass in the ceiling latticed with steel girders above it over marble flooring." said Kelly. "Nothing that could burn, but I wouldn't be surprised if one or two water mains were effected. There is a large cafe like restaurant adjacent to the plaza with an open air bar extending into it." |
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"Anyone else have something to add?" asked Cap, hunting for more information. Marco spoke up."Electricity may be a factor. There's an escalator hub that runs complementary on the non-shaft sides. Right in the middle. I seem to remember four flights of them running three decks high next to each other. There's a central wishing pool and a two story sculpture." Chet added more. "I can't understand it, Cap. What could have collapsed if it's not the roof? There's nothing major over that area." Hank considered, then he thumbed the talk button again on his walkie so the squad could hear him. "When was the last time you were at the mall, Kelly?" "Around the holidays.." "So your knowledge is six months old. Maybe there's been new construction." Cap interjected. "Thanks, guys." then he flipped over to Tach Command frequency. "Station 51 to Battalion 1. Where do you want us?" ##51, the north parking lot. Go in through the restaurant to avoid the ongoing evacuation of the effected area through the main public entrances. Also, there's bound to be congestion from traffic due to the proximity of a small casino so watch out for that. Lay no line until I've determined the full nature of the incident.## "10-4, Battalion 1." said Hank. "51, going off TC channel." Mike Stoker had overheard. Cap switched back to crew frequency. "Roy, take her into the north lot. Head for the restaurant. We're going through the kitchens.." ##10-4, Cap..## Gage, sitting next to DeSoto, rubbed his chin in anticipation. "I don't like the sound of this one. I knew it was gonna be a big call but this feels REAL big." "Time to earn our pay.." Roy said with a sober face. He sped up, pushing seven over the speed limit. "Ever been there?" Johnny said over the sirens. Gage's unanticipated question startled Roy where he sat tensely. "Yeah, it's a gorgeous place. An engineer's waking dream. Joanne likes it.." he broke off, studying his hands nervously. "...so do the kid--" He didn't finished the sentence. Both knew the chance of young victims was probably high due to the fountain's attraction factor. "But there's also a bar there.." Johnny said, as if reading his partner's mind. "Yeah..." Roy said, uncomforted. "But I still don't feel any better about it. A lot of people could be attending a large special event or something." "What things go on at the center?" "I remember Tuesday's tea. They sometimes have a band playing." Roy sighed. "And it would have to be Tuesday.. terrific." Gage said sarcastically. "Dozens could be down, if not hundreds.." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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******************************************************************************** From : Roxy Dee <laterrapincabesa@hotmail.com> Sent : Friday, April 15, 2005 11:08 PM Subject : Sifting~~ ##To all units, this is Battalion One. We've updated information. I'm on scene. I'm seeing a broken water main from the fourth floor over what appears to be a collapsed aerial sidewalk in the main rotunda. First-in reports over a dozen casualties visible with evidence of others trapped out of sight via eye witness accounts. I'm declaring this scene chemical hazmat negative. L.A., Battalion One, return Hazmat response. Notify a heavy equipment assignment, including bulldozers.## ##10-4, Battalion One. Station 99, return.## ## Station 99, ten four.## said a travelling fire captain. ##Time out, 10:10.## replied L.A. ##*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* Brush Nine, Excavation Ten, aerial sidewalk collapse at the Beverly Mall. 8500 Beverly Boulevard. Cross street, Cienega Boulevard. 8500 Beverly Boulevard. Cross street, Cienega Boulevard. Timeout: 10:11.## rehailed L.A. Headquarters. Roy and Johnny tuned out the remainder radio traffic, focusing instead on where they were going. The place wasn't hard to find. Two other stations were already flanking Battalion One's red chief's car at the north entrance and a heavy plume of dust was following in the wake of those evacuating the mall's central courtyard. Already, basic framework for a triage network was setting up. Captain Stanley thumbed the engine mic. "Station 51, Battalion One. On scene." Battalion One's rich voice reverberated through the HT net from his location inside the mall. ##Battalion One, Station 51. Tackle the north end of the collapse nearest the ruptured water main. We're hearing about multiple victims in that area. Mall management indicates those who may be trapped number less than two hundred according to ticket sales. I'm declaring a full emergency triage situation. Handle by priority condition only. A canine search unit has been deployed.## "10-4, Battalion One. Station 51 is moving in.." Hank said firmly, but his voice betrayed anxiety over what was to be discovered. He leaped out of the cab before Stoker could coast the Ward to a halt. "Chet!, Marco! Ignore all hosework! Grab extrication gear and all the medical stores we have! Stoker, go with Roy and Johnny, help them get situated ASAP. Stokes oughta work going through the restaurant. It's bound to be cramped in the kitchen.." Cap reported. He had never seen his men hustle faster. ::Recertification, my *ss. You can't speed any crew faster than mine.:: thought Hank ruefully. Then he entered the mall. Station 51 barely heard the plainitive questions coming from the cafe's workers who were as yet unaware of the collapse out in the central plaza. They focused on those witnesses who were screaming and running, for details. A man, his face looking as flat as a manikin's, under a layer of concrete dust, stumbled against Roy as he fled the cafe's eating area. "An old lady was on top of my ankle, screaming. I said to her, `Be calm. Breathe deep,' but she just kept struggling. I felt her last movement. She's dead!" "Easy, keep moving outside. There are people outside who can help you! Go!" DeSoto said, piling his gear onto a white wire patio table that was safely under an overhang dripping ivys and away from the fountaining high pressure water shooting from the fractured suspended pipes spilling out thirty feet overhead. |
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Outside, Battalion One was grabbed by one man ignoring his surroundings. "Why haven't they brought her out?" the older man asked. "My whole life's in there." He stared blankly toward the mall entrance, holding his wife's purse, which she had handed to him before the accident. "My wife just wanted to get closer to the orchestra......." The chief gently peeled the man's hands off his jacket and shouted. "Hey, lieutenant!! Help this man! Non injured!" he shouted, then he leaned the man against his red car. "Easy sir, go with this fireman, I promise he'll do everything he can to locate your wife." The man went. Sighing, Battalion returned to the business at hand, directing personnel to the disaster. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some spanless time later, a rain jacketted Vince Howard appeared at Cap's side. "I was here from the beginning, there was a big snap, like lightning in your back yard," said the cop. "It was the worst thing I have ever seen," he said. "I watched the people on the walkway grab a hold of it when it began to tip over. Then, they just disappeared. I think it was just the weight of the people that made it collapse." Cap took Vince's arm and turned him around, away from the main pile of shattered concrete, twisted wire and the worst of the red speckled shattered glass. "How many?" "About one hundred people were dancing, and everybody else was sitting down," Howard said. "But the area under the walkway is jammed, because that's where the bar was." "Ok.." Hank said. He lifted his plastic wrapped HT. "Roy, Johnny. Focus our team nearest the fallen platform. Seems most people were there at the bar.." ##Ok, Cap..## said Johnny in reply. Vince rubbed his dusty face. "No one panicked and few even cried. Everybody was so incredibly calm. I couldn't believe it." "Are you hurt anywhere?" "Nah.. I was doing my mall beat like usual, I just happened to be leaving the cafe after lunch when it happened. I told the first squad cars to ignore those lying still and go after the people covered with blood and still moving." said the dusty, wet policeman. "That was a tough call, but you did right.." Hank said quietly. |
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A scream from right near their feet, shot both of them into action and they picked their way across crunching gory glass over to it. Hank drew out an all weather flashlight and played it down deep underneath the red stained platform. "Marco, help me lift this brass railing! I see a hollow space under here. What is this spot? The top of the escalator?" "Yeah, I think so..." said Vince. "We're situated right.." he said, eyeing the square open air courtyard above them. A muffled male voice filtered out. "Hey..*cough* Somebody's alive down here! Help me, please....!" Cap waved over Kelly as well signalling urgently for a red hydraulic brace beam. "Mister, how badly are you hurt?" he shouted, aiming a flashlight in through the dripping water from the pipe. Sunlight made a checkerboard of gray dust and red wounds over the man's face. "I..I..I'm..in town for a convention. I think I was struck on the arm by a brass railing and then by a ...by a...*gag*..falling body. It- she hit my neck." "Don't move.. I have some men coming down to ya.." Hank commanded. He pulled out his HT antennae. "Roy, Johnny. Over to me. I've picked the first one. He's trapped next to the bed of tooth treads on the escalator at its top. Bring full spinal gear. And ropes." ##On our way, Cap..## said Roy. Mercifully, the roaring water pipe above the rescue area slowly trickled off, leaving behind puddles of pink as mall maintenance crews finally shut off the flow. Immediately, the moans of survivors attracted the roving fire rescue crews like moths to a flame. "That's a relief.." Hank said to Vince. Then he turned back to the hole. "What's your name in there?!" There was no answer. "Hey!" said Cap. He picked up a twisted plaster dusted metal rod and began slamming it against the part of the silver side of the escalator he could reach. "Stay with me.!" Instantly, the man's panicked cries rewarded him. "Stop it! *cough* The whole thing'll collapse on me!" he gasped. Cap looked farther up the debris pile and along the shape he now recognized. "You're in a safe pocket. The sidewalk flooring capped the escalator when it fell. Don't worry. These steel side walls are more than strong enough to hold everything until we get you out of there. Just keep talking..." "O-ok....." Soon, the rest of the station gang was at Cap's side. Roy knelt, pulling off a coiled rope from his overjacketted shoulders. "What'cha got, Cap?" "Man with neck injuries lying along the escalator treads somewhere under that.." he said pointing to the angled jumble of rosy marble fractured in gigantic scale over the length of the escalator. "If he's in there, chances are, others may be, too. They've been protected from any crushing forces. I want you and Johnny to go in and get him out of there. Take a belt line down with you. We'll send a stokes when you give the word..." |
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Johnny nodded, shifting his dusty helmet a little higher on his head. "Ok.. Mister. We're coming down! Just hold still!" "Hurry..*gasp* It's getting hard to breathe. She's still on top of me.." Roy leaned into Cap. "What's he talking about?" "Man says a body fell on his head and neck and that's how he got hurt." "Let's hope she's not in the way.." Gage said frowning. Then he adjusted his belt, rope and gloves and started climbing downwards. "Roy..I'm using my penlight in my teeth as I go so I won't be able to talk to ya until we get to him.." "Ok.." Roy, soon followed his partner down onto the pitch black, glass crunching steel escalator stairs, underneath the remains of the aerial walkway. Cap added his two cents worth. "And keep those radios ON you at all times. Use them every five minutes. Got that?" "Yeah..." both paramedics replied. Then Roy did nothing but keep a vocal connection with the trapped man they knew lay somewhere beneath them. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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***************************************************************************** From : Cory Anda <andacory@hotmail.com> Sent : Saturday, April 23, 2005 6:43 PM Subject : Trading spaces.. "Hey! Can you still hear me down there?!" Roy shouted. There was a long pause before the injured man replied faintly through the rubble. "Mister. Don't waste....your breath. *cough.* I'm sure.....not." "Me and my partner are on the way down to you. Just try to relax..." "Don't.....have much choice in not doing that, d-do I?" said the man's voice weakily. "That's something we're gonna change real soon." DeSoto encourage as he squeezed in through the small hole underneath the heavy slab of stone that once was the suspended mall walkway. "What's your name?" "Leo. W--What's yours?" "I"m Roy. And the one worming his way down to ya is Johnny. Are you hurt anywhere else besides your neck?" "I-I don't know. Can't feel my legs much, because she's- ..because of all the weight...*gasp* ..on me.." "Can you move em?" DeSoto said, pushing a large marble chuck away from his head as he crouch crawled slowly past the obstacles in his way on the escalator's bed using Johnny's feeble penlight as a guide. "Think so.. I got two feet.. right?" Leo joked. Roy smiled and pushed on another block in his way. Something above his head shifted and dust and sheets of leftover water rained down onto his helmeted head. The trapped man gave a scream. So did a few others between him and Roy. They were muffled, detracted moans. DeSoto began shouting. "Cap! I hear other victims!" he reported into his radio. ##I know that, pal. Some of the conscious have relayed to us the same story. We're more than working on it. Can you tell if some of them are inside the escalator with you three?## Hank asked in a rush of interference on their private band. "No way of knowing.. All the water still coming down's making everything echoey.." Roy said, hanging onto Johnny's shoe as the smaller paramedic in front of him slowly wormed a torturous path open in front of them. ##The gear's coming down. O2, and the splint and trauma boxes. We've got em on the new scoop stretcher. It's compact enough to reach you guys.## "Just in the nick of time.. What would we have done if this whole mess occurred yesterday?" DeSoto mumbled through the open airwave. Cap was grace itself and knew enough not to reply. Several stuffy, wet minutes later, Gage encountered another obstacle. A soft one in the darkness. He spat out the penlight in his mouth, shifting it to his free glove. "Roy! I think I reached someone..." he gasped. |
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"Is it her?" Roy asked, somewhere next to his waist under the marble. Johnny squirmed his way even further, crawling head down along the jammed toothed metal stairs. He encountered a steamy copper pool of red near an elbow. It was flowing striped along the grooves as it ran down into the mechanical works beneath the escalator. One that was far too big for hopeful encouragement. "Leo. What's she wearing? We think we're near ya!" "B-blue..dress, and stockings.* gasp* ...I'm smelling roses.." said the man with a sob."Why did she have to go and wear that now? It smells ..so nice.." and he started crying. Johnny fell silent as he reached into the larger gap around the broken form of the woman in front of him. He could smell the older woman's delicate perfume, too. His penlight beam found a bony white, concave shape, that looked like a curved plate, stained scarlet. And a mass of silver hair. It was a badly crushed skull, denuded of skin and scalp. Gage lifted up his head with a grimace when he recognized a large patch of gray tissue lying apart from it. "Roy.. this is her. Definitely dead. Leo! Can you feel me touching you? I got a dark brown courderoy pants leg in my gloves and I'm tugging it a bit.." There was another pause in the dripping blackness. "That's....not me." whispered Leo. Johnny reached around and found the clothes shears from his holster at his side and began cutting to expose a femoral pulse site in the limb. It revealed just a leg and nothing else. "Roy... No second victim. I got no torso.." he said in a strained voice, accepting the rope Cap and the others were feeding down to them as they worked. "Can you still get by?" Roy said, keeping his partner focused on their task. "Yes." A crackle from the HT met his ears. Hank was talking again. ##Stoker's on the way down to you with a bundle of extra hydraulic braces. He's got a radio with him. He's gonna help ya move debris and those bodies out of your way!## Roy closed his eyes and crawled past the blood and what used to be two people, groping ahead for Leo's breathing ribcage. The man's sounds of struggle were almost soothing amid the horror as returned silence surrounded the two firemen as the great pile of heavy flooring above them continued settling. "Understood ya, Cap!" reported back Roy. "We...won't be needing the saw.." Gage focused on a vague movement in the dripping shadows. He soon laid a hand on a moving stomach. It was Leo and the dead woman's shoulders were pressing heavily down on him. Johnny shoved her off him with a slow push. Leo screamed in pain but his gasping immediately quieted and his panicky breathing began to slow down. "Easy! It's ok. I got her off of ya.." Johnny told him. "Just keep holding still. Are you bleeding from anywhere?" Leo chuckled under the flashlight's beam as Roy directed it onto his face. "None that's mine, fireman. Thanks for coming so fast. Being alone like that was driving me crazy." he blinked. "I've always hated small spaces..." Then he cramped up when his neck gave him a spasm. "Oh!" "Just the neck?" Gage said, running his hands over Leo's head, sides and limbs, looking for trouble spots even as he held the man still. "Yeah." said Leo. "Not bad.. just....real annoying.." and he shivered. Johnny found a bad laceration on Leo's lower leg. He stopped the hemorrhaging with thick layers of dressing and wraps. "All right, Leo. Move your feet for me.." He did. "That's a good sign." Roy said, reaching over to Leo's throat to take a carotid pulse after peeling a dusty glove off. "Let's see how you're doing. We've got a man coming down here with a stretcher and we'll bundle you up and get you outta here, ok?" "Ok by me." smiled Leo. "That's real service fellas." He was sweaty and chilled. Roy couldn't tell if that was from pipe water or perspiration, so he took the man's smile as a gauge of apparent vigor. "Johnny, 120 and rapid. But regular." He lifted his walkie talkie. "Cap, we're gonna need permission and then IV supplies down here." |
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##Lopez's got Rampart on the line. As soon as Stoker gets a clear path using those braces, that box's next! Brackett's on Channel One.## Gage immediately flipped over frequencies. "Rampart,..*cough* This is squad 51. How do you read?" *********************************************************** From : Roxy Dee <laterrapincabesa@hotmail.com> Sent : Monday, April 25, 2005 3:59 PM Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] The Sharp Report~~ Kel Brackett had completely forgotten the leather jacket he was still wearing from the parking lot. He had been almost to Joe Early's car to get his presentation items for the paramedic recertification meeting when the call came through about the disaster at the Beverly Center. Local authorities couldn't yet give him casualty numbers so Brackett put out a full alert to all hospitals within a ten mile radius around the shopping center to cover for the information gap. He had told Dixie McCall to expect victims arriving in taxis and buses in addition to out of county non paramedic attendant ambulance services working along side their usual fleet of fire department rescue squads. Now his attention focused on the first voice to reach him from the site. "I read you loud and clear, 51. Go ahead."` ##Rampart we have a male victim approximately 30 years of age. He's suffering from a neck injury and multiple lacerations following a suspended concrete shopping mall sidewalk collapse. All bleeding has been controlled and we're working on getting him immobilized. Vitals signs are : Pulse 120 and rapid, palpable to the brachial artery only. Respirations are 20 and shallow and he's heavily diaphoretic. However, he's fully conscious. Permission to start an I.V until we can extricate him to a safer location and can get to the rest of our equipment.## said Johnny Gage. Kel heard the sounds of moaning over the comm line from multiple victims and the hair raising distinctness of deep throated structural damage settling. "O.k, 51. Start an I.V. with Ringer's. Does your victim have any signs of head injury?" ##Negative, Rampart. Just the shock symptoms.## "Administer 5 milligrams MS I.V. for pain as needed, 51. Get me a BP as soon as it's possible and transport ASAP." ##10-4, Rampart. I.V. with Ringer's and 5 mgs MS I.V. for pain as ordered.## Kel forged ahead. "Johnny, how many people are involved at your location? Do you need a doctor out there on scene?" ##Doc, we've dozens or more entrapped with a large number of Code F's. Our injured may possibly number into the hundreds best guess. I'd say yes from what we know already. FD Command's still mobilizing heavy equipment so I don't have better figures for you yet.## "Understood, 51. I'm coming out to you. I have a nurse remaining on the line with your HT channel for any new victims you'll find. " Brackett said loudly to be heard over the incident noise he heard pouring in over the intercom speaker. "I'll be there in twenty minutes..." ##10-4, Rampart.## said Johnny. |
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Six others were located by using a police search dog held on his leash by Vince Howard. The dog, named Luke, suddenly lifted his head and began barking towards the escalator slope where Station 51's crew was known to be working beneath. "What's the matter boy?" asked Vince. The dog started growling at a distant commotion in the shadow of dust haze still hanging over the scene. Vince lifted his radio. "Murphy, Dwyer..something odd's going over there by the casino entrance. Go check it out. Luke's on a defensive mode for some reason. Watch yourself. It may be an imminent cave in over that area or something. He's acting too strangely for it to just be victim contact behavior." ##Copy that..## replied Vince's mall partners and they moved to investigate. Along the way, they helped bystanders who were leading away the slightly wounded. The police officers showed them the best route outlined by the fire department for getting out of the mall through the restaurant's abandoned kitchen. Luke growled louder and eagerly leaped against his trace when he felt Vince finally give him seek and scenting room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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