This is a story request from Shirley Jean. **indicates thoughts**
The klaxons ring out in station 51, Station 51, Station 36. MVA on the freeway, mile marker 11. Time out 11:16.
"Station 51 10/4, KMG-365," Captain Stanley acknowledges over the microphone.As soon as he is on the engine, Mike pulls out of the station following closely behind the squad.
The accident involved two cars. The first was a small red convertible, with two passengers. The car was jammed under the side rail. The second was a black SUV, which had broadsided the convertible. Only the driver remained in the car.
To the side of the freeway was a forested hill. There a man stood, watching the firemen work. He had been riding in the SUV. His brother was the driver, and when the crash occurred he escaped to the hill. The guy was a big burly man, someone that you didn't want to mess with. He also had a grudge towards firemen. When he was nineteen, they had let his parents die when the house he grew up in burned down. And just a week earlier they let his wife and daughter die. Now it was time to make some firemen pay for the deaths of his family. He had his gun loaded, aiming for a red headed fireman standing in front of a small fire truck with the number 51 painted on the side.
Johnny saw a flash when he came around to help Roy. Taking a closer look, he could see it was a gun. A gun! Why in the world is someone pointing a gun at Roy? Stepping in front of Roy at just the right moment, he felt the bullet rip through his side. But he just ignored the pain. **Good thing I took the bullet and not Roy. Roy is more important than me. He has a family and kids. He is needed more than me,** Johnny thought. Johnny pulled his turnout coat tight around him to try to stop the bleeding. He had a job to do.
The man was angry. That dark haired fireman had stepped in front of his intended target. But on second thought, he looked part Indian. He hated Indians almost as much as he hated firemen. He paid his hard earned money to them in the form of taxes and they use it to get drunk. Maybe after he was done with firemen he could go after Indians.
Johnny and Roy took the convertible while Bellingham and Brice took the SUV. The victims in the car were a couple. Johnny took the male while Roy took the female.
"Hello there, my name is Johnny. What is your name? Do you hurt anywhere?" Johnny asked the male.
"Tom. My name's Tom, and my neck is a bit sore, but other than that I feel all right. Is Sarah ok?"
"My partner is taking care of her right now. I just need you to relax." Johnny had taken him over to the bumper of the squad and was putting bandages over the cuts he had gotten from the flying glass. He then got on the phone to Rampart. "Rampart this is squad 51. How do you read?"
"51 this is Rampart. We read you loud and clear. Go ahead," the calm voice of Doctor Early answered Johnny.
"Rampart, we have two victims of an automobile accident, one male and one female. Victim number one is male, approximately age 20. He has minor lacerations to the face and arms. Bandages have been applied. Victim number two is female, approximately age 19. BP is 100/60, pulse 90, respirations are 25. She is unconscious. She appears to have a broken right humorous and fibula. She also has minor lacerations to the arms and face with a large laceration to the forehead. She also has a large bump to the head, by her right ear."
"Squad 51, start an IV of Ringers on victim two, immobilize injured limbs and transport both victims as soon as possible," Doctor Early ordered.
"10/4 Rampart, IV Ringers on victim two, immobilize injured limbs and transport as soon as possible. Ambulance is on scene." Johnny repeated the command, then went over to help Roy, leaving Tom with Captain Stanley.
The ambulance attendants lifted the gurney into the ambulance. Tom and Johnny climbed in after it. "Meet you at Rampart Roy," he called out before Roy shut the doors and gave the customary two taps. Johnny was rechecking the vitals on the girl when she started to stir. "Rampart, update on victims. Victim number two is now starting to come to. She appears to be –" Johnny was cut off by the girl's screaming.
"I can't see. Why can't I see?" the girl was hysterical. The last thing she remembered was the SUV hitting her side of the car and now she was laying on her back in an ambulance and everything was dark, even though her eyes were open.
"Miss, you were in an accident. Everything is going to be okay." Johnny soothed the screaming girl. Soon she started to settle down so her boyfriend took over talking to her.
Johnny continued where he left off, "Victim two appears to be in considerable pain. Victim became agitated but is calm now. She is also complaining of vision loss."
"10/4 squad 51. What is your ETA?" Doctor Early asked.
"ETA is about 5 minutes Rampart," Johnny answered.
The ambulance pulled up the emergency entrance at Rampart. As soon as the ambulance was stopped, the attendants unloaded the gurney. There was an orderly waiting at the entrance with a wheelchair for Tom. Dixie directed the gurney, "Treatment two."
Johnny was starting to feel lightheaded now. He must have bleed more than he thought. **If I don't feel better after shift I will get it checked out.**
Doctor Early interrupted his thoughts, "Johnny we got this. You can go now."
Johnny started to walk towards the door, but was overcome by a wave of dizziness. He collapsed to the floor unconscious.
"Someone get a gurney in here! Dixie page Doctor Brackett and get Johnny into a treatment room." Doctor Early commanded. He wanted to treat Johnny himself, but he had to treat the girl and her boyfriend first.
Two orderlies lifted Johnny onto a gurney, then wheeled him to treatment room three. Dixie had paged Doctor Brackett, so he was waiting for him in the room.
"Do you have any idea how this happened?" Brackett asked Dixie.
"No, he was going to leave when he suddenly collapsed," Dixie answered the question while she started to cut off Johnny's turnout coat. She gasped at the sight of Johnny's blooded soaked uniform.
"Kel, look." Dixie pointed to a hole in the shirt. She held up the turnout coat and found a matching hole in it. "He's been shot."