A/N: Here's the next chapter! Thanks so much for all the great reviews. I hope you'll read and review this chapter as well. Please note that I have almost no knowledge of medical stuff, so there may be mistakes in the pulse, bp, etc. SInce I got so many great reviews on this story, and none on the second chapter of my MASH story, I'm putting MASH on hold for a little while.

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Mike had been the only member of Station 51's crew to overhear that Roy and Johnny were missing, as Chet and Marco were still fighting the fire. Two other firefighters had just relieved them, though, so they came back to the engine. When they got there, they saw the looks on Cap, McConikee, and Mike's faces and immediately knew that something was up. "Hey Mike, what's going on?" Marco asked. He looked around. "Where are Johnny and Roy?"

"That's just it, Marco. We don't know where they are. They didn't get out in time. They were still in there when the building collapsed.

"Madre de Dios," breathed Marco, staring at the collapsed warehouse. "Could anyone have survived that?" he asked, not really expecting, or wanting, an answer.

"What about the handi-talkie? Aren't they answering that?" Chet asked.

Captain Stanley had come over in time to hear Chet's question. "They're not answering the handi-talkie, Chet. I've tried several times to raise them, but I don't get any answer."

Chief McConikee had gone to check on the status of the fire. When he came back, he had encouraging news. "The fire is finally out. Captain Stanley, we're sending in a crew now to look for Roy and Johnny."

"My men and I want to be a part of that crew, Chief." Captain Stanley informed him. He hadn't asked the guys, but he knew that they wouldn't want to stand around outside doing nothing when Roy and Johnny could be trapped inside.

"I figured you'd say that. Grab your equipment and go meat by the entrance." McConikee said. "Or at least where the entrance used to be." he added grimly, glancing at the collapsed warehouse.

The men wasted no time in grabbing their equipment and running towards the assigned meeting place. When they got there, the person leading the search and rescue crew, Captain Peter Delaney, asked, "Who was the last person to see Gage and DeSoto?"

Marco spoke up. "Chet and I were."

Captain Delaney focused his attention on Marco and Chet. "Do you know where they were heading to?"

"Yes. Roy and I were bringing victims to the front when we met up with Chet and Johnny. Chet and I took the victims outside while Roy and Johnny continued searching. They went back to search where Roy and I had left off, so I can show you exactly where we were."

Captain Delaney grabbed a set of blueprints and unrolled them on a table that had been set up. "Okay, Lopez, point out where they were headed." Marco pointed to a spot towards the back on the right, or east, side of the building. "Okay, there's an entrance, or at least there was an entrance, not too far from there. I'll have someone check it out and see if we can get in that way."

While they were waiting for word as to whether or not they could get in the east side, Captain Delaney explained his plan. "When you get in there you'll break off into groups of four. There are twenty of you here, so that means five groups." He looked at Captain Stanley. "Stanley, you and your men can go to where Gage and DeSoto were headed. As for the rest of you, one group will go with 51, and the other three groups will go to the north, south, and west. Call out their names, but make sure that you listen for other sounds as well, and keep your eyes open. We don't know if they're injured, or if they are, how severely they're injured. If you find them, alert me over the radio, and I'll get a team of paramedics in there if needed."

While Delaney had been talking, word had come back that the east side wasn't completely collapsed, like the side that they were on, the west side, had, and that the east entrance was completely accessible. This gave Captain Stanley and the rest of the crew a little encouragement as they made their way over to the entrance and prepared to go in. Once they were inside, with Marco in the lead, Captain Stanley and his crew, along with four other firefighters, set off towards where Roy and Johnny had planned to search.

"Roy, John!" Can you hear me?" Captain Stanley called once Marco informed them that they were getting close. They listened. Nothing. Not one sound was heard except for the dripping of water.

Underneath a pile of rubble, Roy was just coming back to consciousness. He tried to move, but then realized he was being pinned by something. He figured it was the beams, but when he reached up to touch it, it was soft and warm, not at all how beams should feel. He tried to remember what had happened right before he lost consciousness. He knew that he and Johnny had just been given orders to evacuate and were headed on their way out when the beams started to fall. The last thing he remembered was staring up as the beams fell straight towards him, and then Johnny pushing him down to the ground. Johnny! That's what was on top of him! Johnny had covered Roy's body with his own right before the beams hit. Roy was about to check for a pulse when he heard Cap calling for him and Johnny. "Help!" called Roy, hoping that Cap or one of the guys would be able to hear him.

They walked a little further and Marco was just about to try calling when Mike held up his hand. "Shh! Did you hear that?" he asked excitedly.

Cap, Marco, and Chet listened, straining to hear any sound at all. After a few minutes, they were just about to give up and start searching again when they heard it. A faint cry for help. "Over there! It's coming from over there!" shouted Chet, running towards the source of the sound. The others were close behind. When they reached the spot where the sound seemed to be coming from, they found a rather large pile of rubble.

"This is Engine 51. We think we may have found the two missing firefighters, but we need additional help." Captain Stanley informed Chief McConikee using the handi-talkie. He gave the chief their location, then turned to Mike, Chet, and Marco. "All right, let's start digging. Johnny, Roy, if you can hear me, we're going to start digging now."

Under the rubble, Roy cheered silently. Someone had heard him! He and Johnny would be rescued now! Roy reached up with his one arm that wasn't pinned, and checked Johnny for a pulse, afraid that he wouldn't find one. Yes! Johnny had a pulse! It was week, but it was there, which meant that Johnny was still alive.

"Johnny?" Roy asked, hoping that Johnny would regain consciousness. There was no answer. He tried again. "Johnny? Come on, wake up!" When there was still no answer, Roy reached up again, and the best he could, felt around to see if he could find out if Johnny was injured, and if so, then where. He felt Johnny's head, which at some point had lost it's helmet, and his hand came away wet and sticky. Blood! Johnny had a head wound. Roy hoped it wasn't serious. He reached up again, this time feeling Johnny's neck. It didn't seem to be broken. He tried to feel Johnny's back, but most of it was covered by the beams. He could only feel one of Johnny's shoulders.

Roy sighed, disappointed that he couldn't better examine his friend. "Well, I guess I should probably figure out what my injuries are." he said to himself. He felt his head. "Okay, no head injury. That's good. I can obviously move my arm, and I can feel pain throughout my body, so my neck obviously isn't broken, and neither is my back."

Just then Roy's thoughts were interrupted by Cap calling, "Roy! Johnny! Can you hear me?"

"Cap?" Roy called back.

"Roy! Are you okay? Where's Johnny?" Cap's voice was filled with relief.

"I think I'm okay, Cap. I'm pinned under Johnny. I don't have a head injury, and I have feeling in my arms and legs, so my neck and back aren't broken."

"What about Johnny, Pal? Is Johnny okay?"

"He has a head injury, Cap, and he's unconscious. He won't wake up. His pulse is really weak, and his breathing sounds really labored. Some beams fell, and he took the brunt of them. He's not doing so good, Cap."

Captain Stanley was very worried. His senior paramedic sounded like he was in pretty good condition, but from Roy's description, it sounded like Johnny was really bad off. "Do you still have the handi-talkie?" he asked Roy.

Roy felt around and his hand came in contact with the handi-talkie. "Yeah, I do." He called back.

"Does it still work? We're using channel three, so switch it to channel three, then try it." Cap instructed.

Roy did as ordered, then pressed in the button to talk. "Can you hear me?" he asked while pressing down the button.

A cheer went up from all of those digging, which by now was pretty much everyone in the search party. There were multiple handi-talkies in the immediate area, so they had clearly heard Roy talking. Cap keyed his own handi-talkie. "Yeah, Roy, we can hear you, hang in there, Pal. We're almost through." He released the button, then turned to all those digging. "Come on, men! They're alive! Let's dig faster!" Cap grabbed the shovel that someone handed him, and along with all the others, started digging with renewed energy.

A few minutes later, paramedics Craig Brice and Bob Bellingham came running towards the group. "Captain Stanley, how are they?" Bellingham asked, concerned.

Captain Stanley didn't stop digging as he replied, "Roy doesn't seem to be injured too seriously, but Johnny hasn't regained consciousness since the collapse, and he's bleeding from a head wound. Roy said that Johnny's pulse is weak and his respirations are labored."

Brice wrote down everything that Captain Stanley had said, then set up the biophone. "Rampart, this is Squad 36."

Kel, Joe, and Dixie had all been crowded around the radio when the call came in, hoping to hear some word on the condition of the paramedics. Brackett answered, "Go ahead 36."

"Rampart, we have two code-I's. Victim one is a firefighter paramedic, 32 years of age. Vitals are unknown at this time, as victim is buried under rubble. Rampart, be advised victim one is Roy DeSoto. Victim two is a firefighter paramedic, 27 years of age. Pulse is weak, and breathing is labored. Victim has been unconscious for approximately forty minutes and is bleeding from a head wound. That is all the information we have for now, as victim two is also buried. Rampart, be advised, victim two is Johnny Gage."

"10-4, 36. Keep us updated, and give us more information as soon as possible."

"10-4, Rampart."

Kel turned to Dixie and Joe. "Well, at least we know they're alive." he said.

Dixie nodded. "I just wish we had more information."

Dr. Mike Morton came around the corner and saw the group crowded around the radio. "What's going on?" he asked, walking over to the group.

"Roy and Johnny were working the warehouse fire, and were inside when it collapsed. We just received word that they're alive, but buried under a pile of rubble." Joe filled Morton in.

"Oh, man." breathed Morton. "Any word on their injuries?"

"Johnny is bleeding from a head wound, has a weak pulse, labored respirations, and has been unconscious for about forty minutes. Roy is conscious and talking, but they don't know anything about his injuries. They're digging as fast as they can." Brackett stopped and glanced up at the clock. "If the forty minute estimation is correct, then they only have twenty minutes before the golden hour is up."

Nothing more needed to be said. They all knew that once the golden hour, the first hour after a person was injured, was up, there would be less of a chance of survival or a complete recovery. All they could do was hope and pray that Roy and Johnny were uncovered soon.

"We're through!" Captain Stanley's head came up when he heard those words come from a fellow fire captain's mouth. "We can see the beams pinning them down!" Everyone cheered and tossed aside their shovels. They couldn't risk digging with shovels now for fear of injuring Roy or Johnny even more.

Roy, too, had heard the shout. He was relieved, as Johnny's breathing had gotten more and more labored. "Hang in there, Johnny. They'll get us out soon." he said. Roy then picked up the handi-talkie. "Cap?" he said.

"Yeah, Roy?"

"Johnny's getting worse. You need to hurry or he's not going to make it."

"We're almost to you, Pal. You and Johnny just hang in there."

Minutes later, the last of the stones covering Roy's face were moved, and he could clearly see his rescuers. "Captain Stanley! We through to Roy!" One of the firefighters shouted.

Stanley ran over to where the firefighter had pointed and was relieved to see Roy's face as well as the back of Johnny's head. "Roy, how ya doin, Pal?"

"It's not me you need to worry about, Cap. It's Johnny."

"I know, Roy. They're clearing the last of the rubble away now. As soon as they're done, we'll get you two out of there. Just hang in there, okay?"

Soon they had uncovered Roy and Johnny, as well as the beams pinning them down. Everyone gasped. One of the beams had fallen across Johnny's back and covered from just below his shoulders down to his waist. The other beam had fallen across Johnny's legs, and covered from his things to his calves. They were even more shocked to see that Roy was almost completely protected from both the beams and the rubble by Johnny's body.

"Come on," Captain Stanley shouted. "Let's get some jacks in here and get these beams off them!"

"Rampart, this is Squad 36." Bellingham's voice came over the radio, causing those surrounding it to jump.

"Go ahead, 36." answered Kel.

"Rampart, the victims have been uncovered. Victim two is pinned by two beams, one across his back, and the other across his legs. Victim one is pinned by victim two."

"10-4, 36. Any word on how long until they're extracted?"

"Negative, Rampart. Stand by for vitals."

"Standing by."

A minute or so later, Brice came on the radio. "Rampart, we have vitals on both victims. Vitals for victim one are as follows: Pulse 90, BP 90/60, respirations 10, pupils equal and reactive. Vitals for victim two are: Pulse 68, BP 75/50, respirations 7 and labored. Unable to check pupil reaction on victim two"

"10-4, 36. Administer IV D5W on both victims and keep me posted."

"10-4, Rampart."

Brackett turned back to the Joe and Dixie. Morton had gone to treat another patient that had come in. "Dix, set up treatment room one and two. Also, make sure there's at least one O.R. available. From the sounds of it, at least Johnny's going to need surgery, if not Roy as well." Dixie nodded and rushed off to do as instructed.

"You mean if Johnny makes it here, right, Kel?" Joe asked, being brutally honest.

Sadly, Kel shook his head. "Yes, if Johnny makes it here. I don't like the sounds of those vitals. I wish they'd hurry up and get them out of there!"

"They're doing the best they can, Kel. I'm sure that Captain Stanley, Mike, Marco, and Chet feel the same way."

"I know. I just feel so helpless standing here."

"There's nothing you could do if you were there, Kel. They're going to need you here once they come in."

Back at the warehouse, the jacks were finally in place. "Okay, men, go ahead and raise it slowly." Stanley instructed. The beams slowly started to raise. When they were up high enough that Roy and Johnny could be slid out, Stanley called out, "Okay, right there's good."

Chet, Marco, Mike, Brice, and Bellingham rushed forward and carefully pulled Roy and Johnny safely away from the beams. Captain Stanley was close by, supervising. As soon as Roy and Johnny were safely away, Brice and Bellingham placed two backboards in position. They then carefully rolled Johnny off of Roy and unto one of the backboards. Johnny groaned as they did so.

Captain Stanley was immediately by Johnny's side. "Johnny? Can you hear me, Pal? Open your eyes, Johnny." he said in his most authoritative voice. Johnny's eyes slowly opened. He blinked several times, then focused on Cap's face.

"Cap? What happened?" he whispered.

Cap grinned. "You were told to get out, and instead you decided to get hit by a couple of beams. How do you feel?"

"I don't know, Cap. I hurt. It's hard to breath."

"Don't worry, Gage. We'll get some oxygen on you here in a minute. Let's get you in a stokes, then you can have some oxygen." Brice grabbed one side of the backboard and Captain Stanley grabbed the other. They carefully lifted Johnny and place him in a stokes. Brice then placed an oxygen mask over Johnny's face. As he did so, the building began to creak.

Captain Stanley looked up. "We'd better hurry. I think that the rest of this building is about to come down." He glanced over at Roy, who by now was also on a backboard and in a stokes. "Let's get these two out of here." Marco and Bellingham grabbed Roy's stokes while Chet and Brice grabbed Johnny's. Cap and Mike gathered up all of the medical supplies and the biophone, and then followed the two stokes out of the building.

Once they were safely outside, Brice once again set up the biophone and contacted Rampart. "Rampart, this is Squad 36."

"Go ahead, 36." Kel said.

"Both victims have now been extricated from the rubble and beams. Victim two has regained consciousness and is complaining of difficulty breathing, and severe pain. Vitals are the same, pupils are sluggish. Patient is complaining of severe pain in chest as well as lower body.

Kel, Dixie, and Joe breathed a sigh of relief. If Johnny was complaining of pain, then it meant that more than likely, his spinal cord had not been injured. "36, what are victim two's injuries?"

"Victim is bleeding from a head wound as well as multiple lacerations on the body. His legs are…broken. His left arm and several ribs are broken as well, Rampart."

Kel could tell by the hesitation and the tone of Brice's voice that Johnny's legs were more than just broken. More than likely they were crushed.

"36, how severe is the head injury?"

"Victim is bleeding from a large cut on his head. Also, he appears to have a concussion. Rampart, there is fluid coming out of patient's ears."

Kel sighed. That could only mean one thing. A skull fracture. "10-4, 36. What is victims one's status?"

"Rampart, victim one has a broken arm and a slight concussion as well as several broken ribs. There are no other apparent injuries. Vitals are unchanged."

"10-4, 36. Transport both victims immediately."

"10-4, Rampart."

Kel turned to Dixie and Joe. "I don't like the sound of it. Johnny seems to be pretty bad off. I suspect that one of his broken ribs may have punctured a lung. Although they didn't say it, I suspect that Johnny's injuries are a lot more severe. It's a miracle that Roy got away with so few injuries."

"It sounds like if it hadn't been for Johnny, Roy would have been the one taking the brunt of the beams." Dixie said. "Kel, tell me the truth. How much of a chance does Johnny have?"

Kel sighed. "I don't know. I know they weren't telling me everything about Johnny. That's understandable, as they didn't want him to panic."

Just then the phone rang. Dixie answered it. "Rampart Emergency, Miss McCall." She listened for a moment, then covered the mouthpiece and turned to Kel. "51 wants to set up a relay through dispatch.

Kel took the phone. "This is Dr. Brackett."

"51, Rampart is ready for a relay." Dispatch informed Captain Stanley. "10-4. Rampart, victim two's legs are severely crushed, and his chest is possible crushed as well."

"10-4." responded Kel. "Is victim two still at the scene?"

"Negative, Rampart. Victim two is enroute to the hospital."

"10-4, 51."

Kel then hung up the phone and was about to call Squad 36 over the radio when they contacted him. "Rampart, this is Squad 36."

"Go ahead, 36."

"Patient has lost consciousness. Has Engine 51 informed you of the additional injuries?"

"That's affirmative, 36."

"Rampart, patient has gone into respiratory distress! Request permission to insert chest tube."

"36, insert chest tube and update us on patient's status."

"10-4, Rampart." After a few minutes of silence, Craig Brice came back on. "Rampart, patient's breathing is now stabilized. Pulse is now 65, BP is 70/50, and Respirations are 8."

"10-4, 36. What's your eta on victim one and victim two?"

"Rampart, eta is two minutes on both victims."

"10-4, 36." Kel turned to Dixie, Joe, and Morton, who had once again joined them. "Dix, are the room ready?" When she nodded he went on. "Joe, can you take Roy? Mike and I will take Johnny."

"Right, Kel." Joe replied. With the details all sorted out, the group rushed to the emergency entrance to await the arrival of Roy and Johnny. The two ambulances arrived moments later, on right behind the other.

The doors to the first ambulance flew open before it had even come to a complete stop. Craig Brice jumped out. Kel, Morton, and an orderly all grabbed the gurney that Johnny was laying on and rushed him down the hall to a treatment room, where they started a long, hard fight to save Johnny's life.

The second ambulance came to a stop, and Bellingham jumped down. Dixie, Mike, and another orderly took hold of this gurney and pushed it to a treatment room as well.