Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol or any of the canon characters. Paw Patrol belongs to Spinmaster and Keith Chapman.
Chapter 1: Can Someone Please Save Me?
Thick, streaky clouds layered the horizon. The wind howled and moaned, rushing between the mountains, swaying the vast acres of coniferous forests. A melancholic peach glow illuminated the evening sky: a vast, indigo expanse visible beyond the cloud cover. Patches of grey ice decorate the empty ski slopes like waterlilies in a frozen pond. This eerie, yet majestic setting was not typical at Jake's mountain; the normally vivacious ecosystem seemed at a standstill.
"Why does nature look so sad tonight?" pondered Rocky. He thought about this question for what seemed like an eternity. Lost in thought, Rocky was caught off-guard when a violent gust of wind blew off his pup hat.
"Oh no, my hat!" Rocky exclaimed as he watched the green and white hat slide down the snowbank.
"I'm coming!" shouted Marshall, as he sprinted after the lost hat. Unfortunately for Marshall, he didn't notice the small patch of ice in front of him which subsequently tripped him up. Marshall slid down the snowbank and nearly collided with a curious arctic hare before crashing into a snow-covered tree.
"I'm good!" Marshall declared as the other pups laughed.
Well, all of the pups except for one. Chase was lying behind a cabin at the base of the mountain. He was deep in thought just as Rocky was a few moments earlier, yet the dreary forecast was not on his mind right now. Chase was desperately coming up with a plan to ask out Everest. He really liked the snow pup: her playful personality, her positive attitude, her white and periwinkle fur standing in front of him…
White and periwinkle fur standing in front of him?
Chase looked up and was startled by Everest, who was standing right in front of him.
"Whatchya doing, Chase? You should come enjoy the party."
"Uh, I was just thinking about something," Chase muttered.
"What were you thinking about?" asked the curious husky.
"Well, to be honest, I was wondering if I could ask you a question?" Chase said, trying to stall.
"Well, ask away!" Everest insisted, really wanting to know what this charade was about.
Chase knew he had to just come clean and pose the question he was meaning to ask Everest.
"I wanted to know if you would want to go on a date sometime."
The husky was a little surprised by Chase's direct question. She knew that she had to tell Chase her secret.
"Oh, well, that's so sweet of you to ask. But Marshall already asked me on a date, and I really wanted to go with him. I'm sorry, I didn't want to make this awkward."
"Oh, that's ok," Chase replied with a disappointed tone, "I guess I kinda made it awkward since I didn't know."
"That's ok, Chase, don't feel bad. Why don't you come to the party with the others?" Everest suggested.
"Sure, let's go play with the others," Chase said.
Well, he didn't know if Everest would like him, but Marshall and Everest…
When did that happen?
Chase wondered why his best friend wouldn't tell him about his feelings toward Everest. Although, to be honest, Chase did not want to tell Marshall about his feelings for the Husky either. He decided to drop the subject and enjoy the party.
When he arrived back at Jake's cabin, Chase couldn't find Marshall anywhere. He asked the first pup he saw, Tracker, if he had seen Marshall recently.
"No Chase, no lo he visto (I have not seen him)," Tracker replied.
Chase was concerned; it was not like Marshall to just disappear from a party. Marshall was the outgoing social pup after all. Chase decided to go searching for Marshall.
"Hey Tracker, can you help me look for Marshall. I'm going to try and pick up his scent."
"I'm all ears!" Tracker exclaimed, and the search was on.
A thin, pale glow peeked between the thick cloud cover. The crepuscular night sky was unusually haunting; it resembled the genesis of an apocalypse. Despite the haunting aura, the environment still teemed with night creatures coming out to feed under the silhouettes of the tall pine trees. Owls emerged from their lofty dens; arctic hares scampered about the undergrowth that was now crystalized with a delicate layer of ice. Strong, gusty winds continued to blast in between the trees creating a monstrous roar. Marshall observed the strange sight: a scene that was vivacious, yet funereal. This unusual setting was only a small concern for the dally as a splitting headache was encumbering his concentration. Marshall had never made it back up the snowbank, and now he was beginning to see double.
"It must have been the fall into the tree," thought Marshall. He desperately tried to climb the slippery slope, yet he stumbled and landed on his stomach. Once more, Marshall extended his front paws toward the snow in front of him, but he just fell to the side in a helpless state.
"How am I ever going to make it back up the hill to get help?" wondered the fading Dalmatian pup, "I always say I'm good whenever I crash into something, but I don't feel good at all right now. All the pups were concerned about my fall, but I sent them away, as I always do, telling them not to worry."
In desperation, Marshall called out for help: "Can someone please save me! I don't want to die out here!"
"Marshall, where are you?" Chase shouted over the howling winds.
"Down...here..." Marshall faintly replied.
"Over there Chase!" Tracker yelled, pointing towards the tree at the base of the snow embankment. "Marshall doesn't look good, pienso que esta enfermo (I think he looks sick)."
Chase activated his pup tag, "Ryder, sir, we have an emergency. Marshall is hurt at the bottom of the snowbank. Assemble the PAW Patrol, we need serious help down here."
A true emergency involving one of their own called for special measures.
"Skye, activate the Ultimate Copter. We're going to need to airlift Marshall fast!" Ryder instructed.
"This pup's gotta fly!" Skye exclaimed.
"Zuma, ride with Everest down to the scene. You know what to do."
Zuma was the other medical pup, although this was a quite unknown fact. Zuma specialized in water operations, but his position required medical duties as well. Perhaps this was the first time Zuma had used his medical skills in a high-stakes mission, but he had plenty of medical experience from his shifts at the lifeguard station.
Everest accelerated hard, pushing her Snowcat to its limits, while narrowly avoiding ice patches that would cause the snowmobile to lose traction and skid out of control. It was like playing Super Woof Woof Racing (the pup version of Mario Cart), yet this time, a pup's life was on the line.
Upon arriving at the scene, Zuma jumped out and tended to Marshall. Chase, who was following behind Everest, set up a landing zone with his road cones and flares in a nearby clearing so Skye could safely land the massive Ultimate Copter. Everest detached her sled so it could be used as a stretcher.
"Mawshall, what happened dude!" Zuma asked, concern showing in his demeanor. Zuma was trying to act professional, but it was an unsuccessful attempt to separate himself from the emotions of the scene.
"I think I hit my head on that tree or something," replied Marshall groggily, "I tried to walk up the snow…"
The dally could not finish his sentence before slumping over. Zuma immediately checked for vitals, which were present. Noting that Marshall's vitals were not normal, however, and considering the mechanism of injury, Zuma's field impression was that Marshall may have bleeding in his brain.
"What is wrong with Marshall?" inquired Rocky, watching with a concerned expression.
"I don't know dude, but I think Mawshall injuwed his head. There is not much I can do in the field, so we'we going to have to get him to the hospital wight now." Zuma explained.
Just in time, the massive silver copter landed in the landing zone that Chase set up.
"Chase, help me bwing Mawshall to the helicoptew!" shouted Zuma over the copter's rotors.
Chase nearly tripped over a road cone after hearing Zuma's request. The German shepherd was usually the natural leader. He should be handling the situation much better; however, Chase was not handling the situation well, as his best friend was maybe not going to survive this ordeal. Chase put that thought out of his mind for now, running over to help carry the sled. After loading the sled into the Ultimate Copter, the pups hopped on as Skye full-throttled the rotors to get in the air. Skye pointed the helicopter Southeast; then, she radioed Ryder.
"Ryder, we have Marshall in the helicopter. We are landing at Bark Bark. Meet us there."
"Roger Skye, and good job pups." Ryder replied, a worried tone apparent in the radio exchange. He didn't know what to make of this developing incident; he had done numerous rescues before, but when one of the pups was involved, it made the situation so complicated. To be honest, Ryder didn't even know if they should be performing this rescue. The pups could put themselves at even greater risk by being emotionally distracted.
"We should have given Marshall a checkup earlier," thought Ryder, feeling guilty for dismissing Marshall's fall. Marshall had crashed into may things throughout his puphood, but was this the last straw? Ryder dismissed these thoughts, as he knew that Marshall would receive excellent medical care. Bark Bark Medical Center was Adventure Bay's premier acute care animal hospital, so Marshall was in good hands. Hopefully, the veterinarians on staff could save Marshall.
That was everyone's hope, at least.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the story so far. Chapter 2 is coming very soon. What do you think about Zuma as a medical pup? Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any copies of Super Woof Woof Racing at GameStop. It turns out that they don't sell games that you just made up for a fanfiction. Lol :) See ya later!
-PawsomeHamster