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The Story Unfolds... Season Eight, Special Episode C §§ Fire In The Sky §§ Debut Launch: January 20th, 2010. ************************************************** Fire In The Sky by Janet Katz kajakat@hotmail.com and Patti Keiper pattik1@hotmail.com An Emergency/Star Trek Voyager Crossover John Gage was in seventh heaven. He figured he had everything just about perfect in their campsite within the heart of the Sierra National Monument Park. He and Roy were roughing it on the gang's collectively rented camping spot, Peg 51. The rows of pines framing the mountains were a picture postcard vision. The lake a crystalline jewel, and the air, like crisp cold wine. Now, even the wind was perfect, blowing his cooking fire's smoke away from their two tents, and already five huge speckled trout sizzled on the pan. Gage chuckled. It was a running joke between all of them on A shift how their shared vacation spot had even been located. John laughed, remembering the kindly sheriff he and Roy had met on a wild weekend of off duty rescues a few years ago. Then, the sheriff promised the two L.A. paramedics a good fishing spot in return for their duty to Santa Rosa County, after they all spent the better part of those two vacation days saving a badly burned boat accident victim and then a rock climbing teen. He took them to his place, Peg 51. And Roy and John fell in love with the Spot. Eventually, they dragged the rest of the gang and their families to camp there over subsequent summers until all of them were caught up inside the Spot's special magic, too. The Park officials got very used to writing down, 'Tag 51. Reserved, for Station 51' in their reservation logs. But one weekend was always reserved for Roy and John exclusively. The anniversary of Roy and John's fateful Santa Rosa fishing weekend, the day they had met the kindly Sheriff and shared bowls of cabin cafe chili with him in the Park's lodge. They had created a new mutual tradition of fishing, hang gliding, hiking and relaxing for the occasion. Gage took in a deep breath of the heady scent of the Ponderosa pines and sighed. He remembered back about twenty hours ago, as he flipped succulent fillets around on their sticks. ------------------- Only that very morning, Roy wasn't keen to go up to the Spot even when John reminded him of their camping reservation. "Don't tell me you forgot about this weekend, Roy." "No. I didn't forget. I just changed my mind that's all. It's October. The nights are going to be cold. We've had a really hellish week with fire calls and I'm too sore to hang glide decently. So,.. I..don't want to go this year...So , give the tag to Chet. It's his turn to get the site this week anyway. Besides, I'm...I'm busy this weekend." he lied. "Come on, Roy.." John said as they changed out of their uniforms for street clothes. "C shift's ended. And I know you aren't doing anything this weekend. Joanne and the kids are with Grandma in Utah." he guessed. Roy looked at his partner in surprise, "How'd you find that out?" John smiled, saying nothing, tapping his temple significantly. DeSoto smiled, "Clairvoyant, huh? Oh, I see. More likely you drove by the house and saw the usual strewn bikes and basketballs out of the yard and the missing station wagon on your way to the coffee shop." John's triumphant smile fell, "How'd you know that?" he said, buttoning up his plaid shirt. It was Roy's turn to tap his forehead secretively. He waited a minute before letting Johnny off the hook, "I heard your jeep backfire as you kicked it into third gear while you drove by this morning.... Unmistakable sound, that. Woke the neighbor, too. Crazy old Mr. Fosche called me at five oh two, three seconds after I was jolted out of bed. He was thoroughly convinced that a flying saucer from Area 51 was crash landing down the block." Johnny ignored the odd neighbor angle. "My jeep doesn't backfire.. I keep it perfectly tuned." Gage insisted. "Tell that to the average Joe who hears you driving by and you might get a different story.." Roy grinned. "Besides, you got that ticket from the officer pulling you over for disturbing the peace..." It was John's turn to be surprised, "How'd you find out about that?" "I looked outside my bedroom window and saw the red and blues go off behind your tail lights. Had a hell of a time convincing Mr. Fosche that you two weren't the UFO he thought he heard crash landing..." Gage's face got redder and redder. "Yeah, well it was Reed and Malloy, and I got only a warning, see?" and he waved the pink warning ticket in his partner's face from his shirt pocket. "Nothing to worry about. We can still go up north. So why are you getting cold feet and suddenly changing your mind about going?" |
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"That's why. I didn't get any down time this week and yeah, I literally have cold feet. My shoes are still wet from yesterday's warehouse fire. Again, it's October, like I told ya.. I don't want to catch cold and...I want some solid sleep.." Roy said ticking off points on his fingers.. "I can drag up the hammock...it's totally comfortable.." Gage interjected.. "....in a warm bed..." "I got an old Indian trick using heated stones from a fire to keep that hammock nice and toasty." "....with solid food...." "Since when have you known the Spot to skunk us trout wise? We'll eat like kings!!" "... and nobody around to bug me." And he stared significantly at his talkative paramedic partner. Johnny was quiet at that.. "I'll ...I'll give you the first day to..play the hermit. I can go off and do my shaman's thing early and you can sway in that hammock to your heart's content... Later, we can do our hang gliding thing, ok?" "We?.. Do our hang gliding thing? I thought I was your official cliffside spotter. I haven't been in the air for ten years." "Come on.. come fly." "Nope." It was Johnny's turn to narrow his eyes. "I guess that ol wedding band has made your left hand a little too heavy on the flight bar, eh?" "Yep." "Ok, All right. You don't have to fly. I can fly for the both of us. What about the rest of it? What do you say...?" And Gage shot Roy his best, crooked smile. ---------------------------------------------- And so it was, six hours later, they found themselves deep within the Spot. Roy was still doing the "hammock'ville rock". And there was only five hours of daylight left to them. Barely enough time to do a little exploring overland, and hike back to camp. So John shoved the frying pan off the fire, where sweet smelling trout and hickory popped and sizzled in their juices.. and sauntered over to where Roy snoozed under the pines within the canvas hammock. "Sleeping beauty...." he teased. And he waved the pan of mouth-watering trout under his buddy's nose. But Roy only sawed wood from underneath his wool shirted arm. ::Nothing.:: he thought. ::Should have brought some smelling salts.:: Grinning, Gage decided to give him twenty minutes more of naptime. ::Just enough time for me to get these pinion nuts roasted to go with the cornbread.:: He retreated back to the fire, weaving around the brightly assembled hang glider of Johnny's in between their cold weather tents. Johnny Gage sat down on the Spot's rock by the beach and sighed studying the perfect blue sky above him while he cooked. Another twenty minutes went by and Johnny still didn't have the heart to wake his friend. Not everyone had his endless amount of energy and Johnny couldn't fault him. He knew how tired the whole crew was. Roy had Joanne, Chris and his daughter. ::Bound to tucker out a guy. Perfectly understandable.:: John mused. John took the cooked fish and wrapped them in aluminum foil and placed them in the cooler. Hot fish, cold fish, it didn't matter; he and Roy were away for some well-earned time off. Johnny took a deep breath filling his lungs with the crisp air. ::This is nice. But I need coffee.:: Johnny thought and went to the cooking gear and took out the coffee and the stovetop percolator. It took several minutes for Johnny to get it going so he sat down near the fire and watched. ::I guess I won't be doing my contemplation today. Maybe tomorrow I'll get a chance to do it. And that spot on the glen is just perfect.:: The coffee was done so Johnny took his mug and reached for pot. However, his aim was off and he knocked the hot kettle off the grate onto the ground. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to move his feet out of the way in time and the steaming beverage poured out onto his ankles and feet. "SH*T!" Johnny dropped his mug and instinctively reached for his legs. "D*mn it. OUCH!" Johnny began to unlace his work boots. After taking his socks off, Johnny saw the redness on his left ankle going down to his instep. His right foot wasn't burned. When Johnny tried to right the kettle, he burned his right hand. "Not again!! What is wrong with me?!" Roy heard the commotion coming from the campfire. Rubbing his eyes and slowly awakening from his slumber Roy moved to get out of the hammock. Ungraceful as it was, Roy got up and went over to Johnny who continued to swear. Roy looked down at his friend. "What did you do now?" Looking up with pure disgust on his face, Johnny pointed with his left hand and his left foot. "This is what I did. I burned my foot with hot coffee." Roy bent down and looked at the wound. |
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Trying to hide a partially amused grin, Roy harrumphed. "Looks like first degree burns. We should have some cream in the first aid kit and some aspirin." Roy stretched his arms behind his back, trying to wake himself. Roy slowly plodded over to their backpacks and took out the supplies. He dropped it next to Johnny. "Any saline in there?" Johnny asked. "Nope." "It hurts." "I know it hurts and it's gonna hurt more. You can put water on it and then the burn cream." Roy took the salve out and handed it to Johnny. "I KNOW THAT." Johnny grabbed the lotion from Roy's hand. "Sorry, Roy. It's just uncomfortable." DeSoto sighed. "Lemme get some cold water from the stream and make you a wetpack. The burned area isn't too big." "Yeah, but it's on the heel too." Roy stood up and stretched again. He picked up his canteen and emptied the contents while he walked down to the stream. The water was cold and the afternoon's chill was coming in. After several minutes, Roy returned with the water. "I can boil the water Johnny, let it cool and we can use it as a compress. Put the cream on and take two aspirin. Say, maybe you want the hammock now." Roy poured the water into a pan and placed it on the grate protecting the open campfire. "With this weather, Johnny, the water will cool in about an hour. Lemme help you up. Johnny stood up on one leg and with Roy's help, he hobbled over to the hammock and with Roy's help got in. Roy put a clean cloth under Johnny's foot and noticed the red blotches on Johnny's right hand. "What happened here?" "I wanted the coffee and didn't realize the pot was still hot. That's how I burned myself. Roy, it's not my day. Not at all. How am I gonna do that hiking tomorrow? I gotta get down to the valley." "Why, Johnny? Why is it so important for tomorrow?" "Roy," Johnny shifted in the hammock as his foot was really hurting him, "it's something I do once a year. It's my way of communicating with my people. Let's just say it's an old Indian thing and leave it like that." Roy shook his head in understanding, but he really didn't. As plain as Johnny appeared to be, Roy realized that Johnny wasn't that simple but was a very complex individual. And he realized that his side of Johnny was only displayed to people he allowed to get close to him. "Are ya comfortable, Junior? Can I get you anything?" Roy smiled. Johnny relaxed a bit. "Nah, I'll be okay. Just not sure how long I'll be stuck off that foot. We won't be able to go hang gliding tomorrow." Johnny saw a smile appear on Roy's face. "I guess you're not too disappointed." "Try to sleep Johnny and when you wake up, I'll apply the dressing to your foot." Roy tapped Johnny's shoulder and walked away. Again, shifting in the hammock, Johnny got comfortable and put his arm over his face. Within several minutes, Johnny fell asleep, trying to keep the pain from his mind. Now that Roy was awake, he was hungry. Opening the cooler, Roy discovered the trout. He took one out and debated waiting for Johnny. He did have trail mix that he could munch on, but there was something about the mountain air that made him hungry. Roy decided to eat one trout and save the rest for when Johnny woke up. Ten minutes after eating, Roy decided to take a walk around Peg 51. He knew his way around and had his favorite places, too. About fifteen minutes away was a spot where Roy liked to sit. Johnny liked the valleys but Roy liked the ledges that overlooked the magnificent vista. From his vantage, Roy could see for miles at the crevices carved into the mountains. The eagles and hawks soared above, using the thermals for lift. And it was so quiet. Absolute at times. This was Roy's private place for contemplation and talking with his greater powers. Although he gave Johnny a difficult time about taking this trip, he was glad he was here, with a wounded friend and all. Peg 51 was his fountain of youth. The sun started to set in the western sky so Roy decided to head back to the camp. The water would be cool so he'd be able to apply cold compresses to Johnny's foot and hand. He knew that when Johnny woke up, the pain would return. Too bad they only had aspirin with them. With Roy's help, he'd take Johnny down to the lake and they'd spend time fishing. Maybe with the help of a walking stick and some thick socks, they'd do some light walking, but Roy knew, Johnny would have to stay off his foot for some time to allowing the swelling to go down and avoid infecting blisters that might be forthcoming. |
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------------------------------------ "Heyyyahh!!!!!!" Splash!!! Johnny cannon balled into the autumn pool of Hemlock Creek with his hands wrapped tightly around his knees. Roy, in an off-white cardigan and jeans, leaped backwards on the rocks to avoid the plume of icy water that arrowed up into the sky. Involuntarily, he shivered as he watched Johnny resurface and fountain some of the creek out of his mouth into the air. "I don't know how you can do that, Johnny. Makes my teeth ache just watching you." Gage clambered out onto a flat rock next to Roy in a short wetsuit, slicking his wet hair back on his head and rubbing his hands together for warmth. "Do what? Oh. You mean taking a cold swim like this? Heh. Used to it. We didn't have running hot water on the reservation and a stream bath was the only way to go. Granted, these speedos sure make it easier nowadays." he chuckled, snapping the neoprene material over one shoulder from the suit. He plopped down on his rear and dangled his left ankle into the rushing water. "Ooo, that's better." |
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"That burn still bothering you?" Roy asked pointing. "Not half as bad as it did last night. The blisters reabsorbed back in the second I dove in like I knew they would. Neat trick my grandmother showed me growing up. We didn't have trauma kits and burn dressings back then and had to make due with what we had around us." "Whatever works." Roy smiled. He noted Johnny's teeth starting to rattle. He rose and stretched, wandering back to the campfire. He threw three logs onto it until it started roaring. "Let me guess. A roaring bonfire's part of the cure, too." Johnny shot him an amused, irritated look, "Now that is a follow-up treatment I created after grandma's. She wasn't modern enough to understand what hypothermia is.." he chuckled. "A few minutes more and I think I'll be able to get a sock on over this today." He shivered again, this time in relief as the heat from the fire steamed creek water off the wetsuit in fine rising columns. "Ooo, that feels good." He said of back and ankle. Roy tossed Johnny his clothes and a warm sweater with a down vest on top of his pile. "Just be sure you put on all of those, too. If you're going to go on a shaman's hike, you're going to be the very picture of a modern camper. I'm sure your grandmother would agree with me." "Says who?" Gage grumbled. But he took the pile of clothes, dragging them nearer anyway. "And you're going to take another piece of modern technology with you, too. Our short range radio. They've a range of ten miles so I can keep tabs on you the whole time." "Why? Don't think you can handle smoke signals?" "Nope." Roy grinned, flipping cornbread on his grill off to a side in a stone oven Johnny had built earlier. "Breakfast's ready. And I have your king sized trout wrapped for your hike over there...." he said, pointing to a birch barked bundled package resting near Johnny's backpack. "I added a radio, rudimentary med kit, and rain gear to those knick knacks I found inside of it." "Those aren't knick knacks, Roy! They're..sacred artifacts and talismans." "An eagle feather?" Johnny nodded vigorously. "A sheep's skull?" Again, came the eager nod. "Yes. And I have beargrease candles, too, inside that buckskin pouch." "Oh, so that's what I've been smelling." "Very funny. That's the white sage I picked from grandma's field for my hike today. I'm gonna offer it along with the trout to my ancestors." Roy was thoughtful. "Is it true you know your whole family line completely by memory?" "Yep. Down to the first Ancestor. Easy to remember them all. It's built into the First Chant Song. A name for every note. Anyone can sing, Roy. This is no different than a ..than a...rock tune. The song's just a long one, that's all." and he smiled. "without the electric guitars.. heh." he laughed. Gage rose, departed into the tent to change, then came out taking the coffee and bread Roy handed him. He regarded his long time working partner thoughtfully. "In five years, that's the most you've ever been curious about my Ancestor Walk, Roy. I'm flattered." "Yeah, well. I have to sort the truth from Chet's fiction when he plays those Indian jokes on you." Johnny frowned, "Yeah, well Chester B wouldn't know a Native American if one jumped up and bit him on the nose, Roy. Peace pipes and axes...huh.." he grunted sarcastically. "I'd love to drag him into the creek for one or two streambaths to educate him on a few things.. that's for sure." "Don't hold your breath." Roy laughed. "It took us two years to convince him to come here even in July. And he still said the nights were too cold." "Thin skinned Irishman." "Hey.." Roy protested, "I'm Irish.." "Yeah? But you're more tolerant of "roughing it" in general, Roy. I taught you well." Roy watched as John's teeth still chattered a bit as he bit down into the steaming cornloaf in his hands. He threw another log onto the fire. :: Who taught who, junior.:: he thought privately. ::If our yearly weekend camping trips went the way you planned, we'd be sleeping on bearskins and fishing with our bare hands.:: But he said out loud, "Living in the city has softened us both. But I'm gonna give you credit. Your Ancestor Walk's inspiring. My family traditions don't have anything even remotely similar to it. Just a few prayers said in church and a special dinner on the Irish Thanksgiving Day." "It's a start." Gage laughed. He finished his cornbread, rising, after loosening his pants leg around his ankle burn. "I'm off. See you at three." and he shucked off his watch, tossing it to Roy. Roy was surprised, "How are you going to tell the time, Johnny? To know when to head back here?" |
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Johnny grinned, tapping his temple. "Now that's a little Indian trick that I'm very good at." He raised his hands to his eyes and turned his face into the morning sunlight, closing his eyelids. "It's... eight twenty two and....seventeen seconds.." Roy checked his own wristwatch and his mouth flopped open. "No way.. You looked at yours before you threw it over to me." "Nope. I didn't. I forgot to wind it up when I got up earlier. Mine's saying it's five oh six am.." Roy glanced down. It was true. Johnny's watch wasn't ticking yet. He started to whistle the twilight zone theme eerily.. "I'm good. I'm good, yes, I am..." John laughed at Roy's flopped open expression."What? Can't I be good at actually doing something?" Roy added. "My lips are sealed." Johnny hefted up his hiking pack after poking around in it to see what equipment Roy added to it besides the handheld radio and medkit. "Sandals?" "Yep. That ankle's gonna get sore before you get two miles into the valley. You can always get back into socks when you hit level ground again." Johnny grunted grudgingly approving. "Fair enough. I'll buzz ya when I get there...." he said, hefting the radio and speaking into it. Roy's own tandem radio echoed Johnny's voice on the rock next to him. He grinned. "See ya this afternoon. I think I'm gonna sleep only half the morning and then read for the rest of the day." DeSoto said into it. "You do that.." Gage grinned, holding up a hand and radio in farewell as he got farther away from the main campsite. Johnny's back soon disappeared out of sight underneath the Ponderosa pines. ----------------------------------------------- Walking through the forest, Johnny found a piece of wood he could use as a walking stick. He bent down to pick it up. "This'll do fine." The path Johnny took to the clearing was steep in places, but he knew it by rote. As soon as he approached the glen, Johnny's pulse quickened knowing what he was going to be doing. Looking up into the sun, Johnny figured it was about 11:00am. He'd have to have a snack before proceeding. Johnny got his bearings and searched for his favorite spot in the valley. It was a patch of trees on the rim of the clearing, and definitely out of place. But that was the charm of it. Johnny got to his spot and sat down. He took a long deep swig of water from his canteen and wiped his sweaty brow with his arm. A deep breath of mountain air filled his lungs. A sense of peace and self satisfaction came over him. He was ready to begin his journey to talk with his people. He took his sheep skull and eagle feather out of his leather pouch and placed them on the ground he cleared. Johnny was reaching for the beargrease candle when he heard some rustling in the trees behind him. It sounded too big to be a small animal. Maybe it was a bear or a buck. Johnny knew well enough that any animal would leave him be. The candle was lit and his tokens were in the correct spot. Johnny closed his eyes so he could clear his mind of thoughts. He had to rid himself of intruding thoughts that would cloud his mission. Others used drugs to communicate with their forefathers. Johnny never considered doing that and never had the need to. This place was so quiet, he usually would only have to settle down just a tad to do his 'thing'. But today was different. The rustling sound was getting louder and was distracting him. Johnny stood up, squinted and looked around where he thought the noise was coming from. Expecting to see a bear, he was truly surprised when he saw two men coming out into the clearing. Well, it was two men, but one was clearly in trouble. Johnny bent down and blew out the candle and ran over to the them. "Hey, you guys need some help?" Johnny asked. He saw the taller dark haired man leaning on the blonde man for help. The dark haired man was having a difficult time standing up. The blonde man looked up and his expression changed from concern for his friend to relief that help was there. "Am I glad to see you." The blonde man stooped and allowed Johnny to take the bigger man from his grip. "I didn't think I'd ever get out of there. D@mn, he's going out on me again. Catch him." |
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Tom's thoughts were jolted back into the present. "John, he didn't complain about feeling ill." "Could be due to his fracture then. Where were you guys coming from?" Johnny took the canteen and poured some on his handkerchief. He moved it close to Chakotay's face and dripped some of the precious liquid onto his forehead to cool him a bit for comfort without undoing the warmth the rain gear had provided. Done with his task, Johnny looked up at Tom for a replying answer. "Um, we were um," Tom paused trying to figure out what to say. He wished he had his earth history datapadd with him to confirm what he could say, but he saw Johnny's eyes staring at him and he knew he had to say something now, or Johnny would really become suspicious. "We were in a commune in the hills and things got a bit rough, so we decided to leave." Tom said it with all sincerity that even he believed it. "Oh, that explains it." Johnny shook his head and stood up, peeling out of his boots. "Explains what? I just got started." Tom was really curious. "Those funny clothes you're wearing." Johnny took the sandals out of his bag and tied his boots together to store them. He laughed, "You two look like a buddy of mine. Chet Kelly. He dresses nearly the same way. Wouldn't be surprised in the least if Kelly lived in a commune himself once." he said, slipping his feet into the rugged sandals he tossed onto the ground. The comments about the clothes made Tom self-conscious. He fingered his replicator woven tan sackcloth shirt and looked down. It didn't look too bad to him, but what did he know. "Look, man. It's nothing personal. You don't have any other clothes with you?" Johnny questioned. "It's gonna get cold up here tonight." "Had to leave all that behind." Paris evaded, trying to look irritated at an imagined concocted crime. Gage sighed. "I guess my stuff will fit you, Tom. You're about my size. But we don't have anything for your friend Chakotay to wear. We'll just have to wrap him up in our sleeping bags once we get to camp til we get help." "We won't be able to get help for him today?" Tom asked. Johnny frowned. "Are you kidding? I'm exhausted, you're exhausted. It's still a good long hike yet to get to the Ranger station. And it's late now. The sun's going down. I'd say tomorrow we can head to that park base after we get Chakotay stabilized a little better tonight. All of this moving around isn't helping him at all. He needs to be kept still as soon as possible. As for moving him tomorrow, we're going to have to do it in segments." Having finished buckling on his sandals, Johnny stood up, bent down, and lifted Chakotay once more for the remaining carry distance to the summit of the valley. The burdened men continued their climb. Roy saw the three men as he walked fast up through the Bear Claw gorge pass. ##I see you.## he shouted into his radio to them. Roy rushed down the slope and once more, they reassessed Chakotay's physical condition thoroughly. Johnny gratefully snatched the first aid kit pack from Roy and set it near him while his partner rechecked the man's vitals with gear. It was heaven itself to have a BP cuff at last. Roy used it and frowned. "82 over 44. Shocky. Johnny,..." he said, feeling Chakotay's abdomen once more. "....where did you find guarding before?" Gage looked up from the pen light he was shining into Chakotay's eyes. "Upper left quadrant. Why?" Roy sighed, "He's tight in all quadrants now. Going to need a mast suit. And before morning." "We don't have one.." Johnny said. Tom looked at the two men, "What's a mast suit?" His innocent question cut through the paramedics' discussion and they jolted, realizing Paris didn't know how serious things were going to get. They told him. "Its a short term for medical anti shock trousers, made up of chambers which, when inflated around a patient, slows internal bleeding and redirects blood flow to criticals areas such as the heart, lungs and head." Roy explained. DeSoto reluctantly told him more. "Your friend's going to sour on us due to something more wrong happening inside his abdomen that we won't be able to treat further because we simply don't have all of our equipment." ::Sounds familiar.::Tom thought unhappily. "Well, what can you do for him now?" Roy spoke up, "For starters, I have an I.V. kit here. We can give him fluids. And then when we get to our camp, we'll have some O2 to keep him going until we can get him to that Ranger Tower." "Don't you have a ground vehicle handy?" Tom asked, frustrated. Then he quickly covered. "Er, I mean an all terrain truck or pickup parked somewhere?" Tom asked. "No, we were dropped by our crewmates off the freeway and we hiked in." Roy replied. "How far was that?" "About nine miles, through pretty rugged territory. It would be too much for him." Gage replied, tossing a head at their limp patient. "Here." he said, passing off an oral airway at Tom to use. Paris only angled it a few times in his hand as he figured out what it was and how to use it. "Yes, that'll help him breathe better." he agreed. Tom winced when the two firemen actually put a primitive needle in Chakotay's hand attached to "plastic" tubing and ran the start of a very crude looking bag of water and minerals into his circulatory system. But he smiled when Chakotay's pulse and breathing rate rallied back up again to low normal. Johnny dug around the I.V. kit bag. "There's only one epinephrine syringe in here, Roy." "Can't use it anyway without a doctor's approval. We're in enough hot water as it is starting that I.V. on him without calling first." Tom said, "Don't worry about it. You're saving his life. I'll vouch for ya.." ::Epinephrine, huh.:: he thought. ::I wonder if that stuff's anything like cordrazine.:: he thought worriedly. ::Oh, man, they think Chakotay's going to cardiovascularly crash?:: Tom didn't want to think about what could happen. It was too frightening. Soon Johnny helped transfer Chakotay's weight onto Roy's shoulders. The four men continued their journey back to the main campsite. They completed the rest of the trip in silence with Tom following , holding up the flowing I.V. bag. |
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