Every Breath You Take
By
Numb3rsfan
Chapter Two: Round two!
"Treatment room three!" Kel Brackett ordered the second Johnny and the two orderlies stepped foot in to Rampart.
Never losing a beat, the orderlies picked up the pace and practically raced in to the assigned treatment room, pulling the gurney to a halt beside the treatment room table.
With ease, Johnny handed the IV to a nurse, who hung it up, while Johnny then helped the orderlies transfer the boy on to the treatment room table.
Then, while the orderlies left the room, Johnny began to assist Dr. Brackett, who began to shine his penlight in to the boy's eyes, while the nurse took his BP.
"How are you feeling, son?" Kel asked, once he was through with the penlight.
"Tired…an my right leg hurts. It hurts a lot."
Nodding his head, Dr. Brackett turned to the nurse, quickly ordering that x-ray's be taken.
Turning back to the boy, Dr. Brackett said, "Don't you worry, the pain will be gone before you know it."
Softly the boy smiled a little before he shut his eyes and fell to sleep.
Seeing that Kel had everything under control, Johnny nodded to him before turning and leaving the treatment room, heading over to the base station where Roy was leaning against the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee.
"How's the boy?" Roy asked, putting his cup down and offering Johnny another, which Johnny took.
"Well, from what I gathered, he's going to be alright." Johnny replied, before he sipped on his coffee.
Roy eyed his partner for a minute before he turned back and drunk some more of his coffee, though the look on his face didn't escape Johnny's notice.
"Now what's the problem Roy? I've seen that look on your face before. It's your worried look." Johnny said, leaning against the counter as well and giving Roy his full and complete attention.
"I'm not worried I just…ah…" Roy paused for a minute before he looked at Johnny, "Are you sure you're alright? You hit the ground pretty hard."
Johnny scoffed at this, "I told you I was fine Roy. Don't you trust me?"
"Sure I do, but you sometimes…well…neglect to tell me when you're hurting." Roy replied.
"Well, this time I was serious, Pally. I'm fine and I don't need to see a doctor." Johnny said.
A second later the familiar three beeps came from the handie-talkie in Roy's hand before the dispatcher's voice filtered through.
'Squad 51, what is your status?'
Keying the HT, Roy replied, "LA, Squad 51 available."
'10-4, Squad 51. Stand by for response.'
A second later the tones sounded for the 51 station and the dispatcher's voice was heard again, 'Station 51 possible drowning. Ray Trent Park. Ray Trent Park, cross street US 91. Time out 11:45'
Roy keyed the HT again before replying, "Squad 51, 10-4."
Nodding to his partner, he and Johnny raced for the squad, while they heard Captain Stanley reply, "Engine 51, 10-4, KMG-365."
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As they raced along US 91, Johnny was reading the call slip that he had hastily written down.
"Ray Trent Park?" He asked.
"It's the new park that just opened up two months ago. Remember all of the news reports on the radio?" Roy asked.
"Oh yeah…" Johnny replied with a nod of his head.
After a second Johnny reached down and grabbed an old map that was on the floor of the squad. The map was dirty and had footprints on it, but it was still readable.
"You're looking at maps again?" Roy asked, glancing over at his partner.
"Just checkin' something." Johnny replied, flipping to the right section and scanning the street names.
After a minute he looked up and said, "We should have gone down Truemper instead of 91. Truemper would have taken us right to the park."
"Now you tell me!" Roy shot back, shaking his head as he made a left turn, driving through the entrance of the park.
Shrugging his shoulders, Johnny folded the map back up before dropping it back on to the floor.
Slowly Roy brought the squad to a halt before both paramedics jumped out and went to the compartments.
Johnny grabbed the 02 and drugbox while Roy grabbed the biophone.
They were just about to head over to the pool, when a young man of about 21 rushed over to them.
"Come on man…this way! It's my brother! He hit his head on the big slide before tumbling off, into the pool. He was under for over a minute before I got him up, but by that time he wasn't breathing!"
Taking what the man said in stride, Johnny and Roy quickly turned and followed him over to the slide, where a small crowd had formed.
"Move back please…everybody move back!" Roy commanded as he and Johnny forced their way through.
Kneeling down, Roy opened up the man's shirt and started CPR, while Johnny quickly got the O2 mask positioned over the man's face.
Johnny then glanced over at his partner as Roy nodded to him.
Taking his queue, Johnny gave a burst of O2 to the man before Roy began the chest compressions again.
They worked for fifteen minutes straight before the man's neck arched and his body started to try and expel the water.
Removing the mask, Roy and Johnny tilted the man on to his side as the pool water gushed forth from his mouth, on to the pavement.
As the man gasped for breath, Johnny put the mask back on and began to administer the oxygen again while Roy grabbed the stethoscope and BP cuff.
Within minutes Roy had the vitals down and the biophone in hand.
Just as he was about to contact Rampart, they heard the sound of running feet.
Looking behind him Roy saw the rest of the men from station 51 coming towards them.
"Roy, Johnny, what'cha got?" Cap asked, looking at the man for himself.
"Drowning victim." Was all Roy said before he keyed in the biophone.
"Rampart this is Squad 51, how do you read?"
Meanwhile, the younger man tapped Cap on the shoulder and said, "Listen man, I need your help. He locked his dog in his car and the windows aren't rolled down!"
This caused Johnny to look up at the man who had alerted them to his brother's injury.
Sighing, Cap asked the man to show him the car, while the rest of the engine crew followed after their captain.
Turning back to Roy, Johnny watched him put the biophone down.
"What'd Brackett say?" Johnny asked.
"It wasn't Brackett this time. It was Dr. Early. He said keep the O2 on him and transport as soon as possible." Roy replied.
"So what was up with Cap? He had that annoyed look." Roy said.
"Oh, he, "Johnny said, gesturing to their patient, "locked his dog in the car and neglected to roll the windows down."
Roy chuckled a little at that, but got all serious again when the ambulance arrived.
"I'll ride in with em'." Roy said, helping the attendants load the victim up.
"I'll meet you at Rampart then." Johnny replied, watching Roy get in to the back of the ambulance before the doors were shut.
Then the ambulance roared off, heading for the hospital.
