Before you read this, I have no medical knowledge whatsoever. I have no idea what I'm talking about. If there are inaccuracies, I apologize profusely. If you would like to correct me in a review, go for it! :)

"Morning, Roy," Johnny said as he came into the station.

"Morning," Roy said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"So," Johnny joined him at the table, "What are Joanne and the kids up to this weekend?"

"They flew up to her parent's. Joanne took them out of school today."

"That's nice. How's she doing?"

"She's good. A little tired, this baby's active. The doctor says he thinks it's about three more weeks."

"I'll bet she's glad it's almost over," Johnny observed.

"Yeah, it's getting to that point."

Tones sounded. "Squad 51, injury at Brookville High School. Cross Street Barnum and 56th."

Johnny and Roy ran for the squad. Roy accepted the paper from the Captain as he started the squad. Lights flashed and they rolled out.

They pulled up to the school within minutes. A teenager in a soccer uniform came toward them. "Back here!" he called.

Roy and Johnny grabbed the gear and hurried after him. They were lead to a soccer field where a teenage boy was on the ground in the goal, clutching his right shoulder. "What happened?" Roy asked.

"It's a co-ed soccer team," the coach said. "He dove for the ball and hurt his shoulder."

"Can you sit up for me?" Johnny asked.

"No," the youth's face was contorted in pain and his breathing was labored. "I can't move. It hurts."

"Is it just your arm son?" Roy asked.

The boy nodded. "Listen," Johnny said gently, "We're going to help you sit up. I'll probably help with the pain, okay?"

They boy nodded again. Johnny and Roy helped him into a sitting position and Roy got the biophone set up. "Rampart we have a male, approximately seventeen years of age with what appears to be a dislocated shoulder," Roy rattled off the boy's vital signs all of which were good. Brackett told them to start an IV for the pain and transport.

Roy began the IV as Johnny finished wrapping the shoulder and the ambulance arrived.

Suddenly Johnny looked up and saw a young girl keel over. "I got her!" he cried hurrying over.

"What's her name?" he asked the terrified girl standing next to her.

"Vanessa Crawford," the girl replied.

"Vanessa, Vanessa can you hear me?" Johnny tried.

There was no response. He began to check her vital signs. "Has she taken anything? Any drugs?" he asked sharply.

"No. Vanessa doesn't do that stuff."

Roy dropped to his knees beside his partner. "Roy get the O2 and Rampart. This doesn't look good."

Roy began preparing the oxygen but Johnny stopped him. "Wait, she's coming around."

The girl blinked slowly. "I'll get Rampart," Roy said.

"Vanessa?" Johnny said quietly. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes," she said softly. "'What happened? Where am I?"

"Just try to relax, okay? Everything's going to be fine. Can you remember what you ate today?"

She shook her head. "Have you taken any medication?"

Again no. "Do you have any pain?"

"My head kind of hurts," she said closing her eyes.

"Rampart says to start an IV and transport," Roy said.

"She's out again," Johnny said as he scrambled for an IV.

"You're sure she's had nothing?" Johnny asked again.

"She went to the nurse this morning, maybe she got something there," the girl suggested.

"She's ready," Roy said.

"All right, let's go."

Forty-five minutes later Johnny and Roy chatted with Dixie while getting supplies. "Dix, we need some more pressure bandages and gauze," Roy said.

"Well help yourselves," Dixie replied.

Dr. Brackett joined them. "How are the kids, doc?" Johnny asked.

"Well the boy's going to be out the rest of the season, but he's fine. The girl is having some sort of allergic reaction, but we don't know why. Dr. Early's examining her now," Brackett said.

Tones sounded over the HT. "Station 51, Engine 9, Truck 3, Squad 10, Battalion 14. Cave in at the mine. Repeat, cave in at the mine."

Roy picked it up. "Squad 51, 10-4."

"We'll see you soon," Dixie said.

"Yeah, this one's going to be a doozey," Roy said.