John pulled his Rover into the parkinglot. He checked his watch."Damn!" he grumbled. Half an hour late! He hurried into the station and flinched when his captain yelled, "GAGE, MY OFFICE, NOW!" He had been up all night because he felt lousy. He felt horrible now, but he tried to hide it because he did not want the guys to hound him. He slunk sheepishly into Hank Stanley's office. "Gage, where the hell have you been? Roy has been in the dayroom having kittens!"
Hank asked sternly."Dwyer had to stay past his shift to cover for you and my bad mood has been growing into a horrible one". "Sorry Cap, I had trouble sleep-" Johnny began. "Just go clean the latrines" Hank commanded."Yessir" Johnny mumbled. It took an hour to clean the latrines. He was exahsted and beginning to feel worse. He went to tell Roy, but when he tried to talk to him, he was ignored. Instead of staying for lunch, Johnny went to the dorms and lay down.
There were two runs that required the squad. Johnny fell back to sleep as soon as they returned to the station. When dinner was ready, Roy mentioned that his partner had not eaten yet. "So go wake him up" Chet suggested dryly.
They were all fuming about John being so late because now they also had to suffer the captain's bad mood. When Roy entered the dorm, Johnny was sound asleep. "C'mon John dinner is ready" Roy called. Johnny did not stir. "Johnny?"
he tried again. Nothing. He walked quickly to his friends bedside and checked his pulse. 120 weak and thready. Not a good sign. Johnny's skin was sweaty and warm to the touch. "CAP" Roy cried urgently. "Biophone and Drugbox now!" he shouted.
Mike called in the still alarm while the captain retrieved the requested items. Roy set up the Biophone while he took Johnny's BP. "Rampart this is Squad 51" Roy radioed. "Go ahead 51" Dixie Mcall's voice responded."Rampart we have a 24 year old male suffering from an unknown illness. Vitals are BP 70 over 40, Pulse 120 weak and thready, Resperations are 10 and shallow. Temperature is 103." Roy explained shakily. "51 start an IV D5W TKO and transport as soon as possible. Do we have an ID on the victim 51?" Dixie replied cooly. "Affirmative Rampart. Victim is John Gage" Roy said. Dixie flinched inwardly. She paged Doctor Brackett. Within a minute he was there. "We are transporting Rampart" Roy said. "Keep contact to a minimum 51" Dixie advised.
10 minutes later John was put under quarantine. Roy knew from Johnny's vitals this could probably be fatal. He remembered an event about three years before...
(Three years ago)
It should have been routine. Girl named Jenny Holister with Asian Flu symptoms, but they were much worse. At least, it HAD been routine until Tim Duntley, a fireman out of station 60 not much older than Johnny pet a damn monkey named Koki. Johnny pet it too. Not long after, both fell victim to the new strain of Asian Flu. The virus was later named the Koki Fever Virus. Doctor Brackett caught it too. They were able to find a cure, but not before tragedy struck.
Tim Duntley had not been as lucky as Jenny, Doctor Brackett, or Johnny. He had not made it.
Hank asked sternly."Dwyer had to stay past his shift to cover for you and my bad mood has been growing into a horrible one". "Sorry Cap, I had trouble sleep-" Johnny began. "Just go clean the latrines" Hank commanded."Yessir" Johnny mumbled. It took an hour to clean the latrines. He was exahsted and beginning to feel worse. He went to tell Roy, but when he tried to talk to him, he was ignored. Instead of staying for lunch, Johnny went to the dorms and lay down.
There were two runs that required the squad. Johnny fell back to sleep as soon as they returned to the station. When dinner was ready, Roy mentioned that his partner had not eaten yet. "So go wake him up" Chet suggested dryly.
They were all fuming about John being so late because now they also had to suffer the captain's bad mood. When Roy entered the dorm, Johnny was sound asleep. "C'mon John dinner is ready" Roy called. Johnny did not stir. "Johnny?"
he tried again. Nothing. He walked quickly to his friends bedside and checked his pulse. 120 weak and thready. Not a good sign. Johnny's skin was sweaty and warm to the touch. "CAP" Roy cried urgently. "Biophone and Drugbox now!" he shouted.
Mike called in the still alarm while the captain retrieved the requested items. Roy set up the Biophone while he took Johnny's BP. "Rampart this is Squad 51" Roy radioed. "Go ahead 51" Dixie Mcall's voice responded."Rampart we have a 24 year old male suffering from an unknown illness. Vitals are BP 70 over 40, Pulse 120 weak and thready, Resperations are 10 and shallow. Temperature is 103." Roy explained shakily. "51 start an IV D5W TKO and transport as soon as possible. Do we have an ID on the victim 51?" Dixie replied cooly. "Affirmative Rampart. Victim is John Gage" Roy said. Dixie flinched inwardly. She paged Doctor Brackett. Within a minute he was there. "We are transporting Rampart" Roy said. "Keep contact to a minimum 51" Dixie advised.
10 minutes later John was put under quarantine. Roy knew from Johnny's vitals this could probably be fatal. He remembered an event about three years before...
(Three years ago)
It should have been routine. Girl named Jenny Holister with Asian Flu symptoms, but they were much worse. At least, it HAD been routine until Tim Duntley, a fireman out of station 60 not much older than Johnny pet a damn monkey named Koki. Johnny pet it too. Not long after, both fell victim to the new strain of Asian Flu. The virus was later named the Koki Fever Virus. Doctor Brackett caught it too. They were able to find a cure, but not before tragedy struck.
Tim Duntley had not been as lucky as Jenny, Doctor Brackett, or Johnny. He had not made it.