Hit and Run
Chapter 24
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Lieutenant Swersky and two other sector cars had arrived at Mercy Hospital about the same time as the ambulance with Dr. Jamison inside. There was a flurry of activity going on in the Emergency Room as the team awaited the arrival of one of their own. Luckily, it had been a fairly calm night in the Emergency Room with only some minor traffic accidents and one small gang fight.
The trauma room had been cleared and the staff listened at the telemetry radio as the paramedics gave their report. "Mercy, Boy 55-7 is in route to your location with a victim of a stab wound and head injury. We have bleeding controlled at this time, however the stab wound is quite deep and may have affected some of the internal organs. Patient is not conscious at this time, however, witnesses report that he was conscious and able to communicate until just before our arrival. Vital signs are as follows - pulse 60; respirations 18; BP 90/60. We have the patient immobilized on a long board with cervical collar. Two large bore IVs are running and we have the patient on oxygen - 12 liters per minute by non-rebreather mask. We are approximately five minutes out from your location."
With the information that they had, the staff sprang into action and prepared for his arrival. Dr. Jamison was swarmed by medical personnel, all with a job do to, upon his arrival.
Lieutenant Swersky was standing at the nurse's station awaiting word from the doctors treating Dr. Jamison. He wanted to know when and if the doctor was conscious so he could talk to him. After speaking with the paramedics he had found out that the witnesses at the scene had only been told that he was a doctor here and that he was kidnapped by one of his patients. The police units that had responded to Dr. Jamison's location confirmed the information that was given to the 9-1-1 operator by Dr. Jamison. No witness to the attack was located so they had no idea which direction Benson had fled in.
The doctors eventually came out to talk to Lt. Swersky and he was told that although Dr. Jamison was expected to recover, he was on his way to surgery and was still unconscious. The Lieutenant left a detective waiting at the hospital for when Jamison woke up and told the detective and doctors that he would be at the station if anything came to light.
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The crew at Camelot was just finishing up dinner. D.K. was putting some food on dishes for Carlos and Alex in case they wanted some when they got back to the station. He knew that they were probably meeting up with Davis and Sullivan but he always put food aside for anyone that was out of the station just in case.
"You're such a mother," cracked Billy as he walked by D.K. "Yeah, well you always have a hot meal when you get back from a run, right?" D.K. answered back.
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" questioned Billy, not understanding what D.K. was getting at.
"That means that you get what you give. The only reason that the medics put food aside for us is because 'we' do it for them - at least I do it for them," he explained.
"Thank you, Mother," replied Billy as he went out into the TV room to watch the game.
Just as everyone was settled in for a night of football, the alarm went off. "Engine 57, Engine 59 and Battalion 5. Boy 55-7 and 55-9 - respond to Arthur and 19th for a vehicle into a structure with injuries. P.D. is on scene," came the voice of the dispatcher over the radio.
Just as D.K. was wondering why they hadn't just sent Carlos and Alex to the call, the Captain came out of his office with a pale look on his face. As the crew was boarding the engine, the Captain said, "I was in the office and I heard this job over the police scanner. Sounded like Davis. The hit and run driver crashed into the diner where Davis, Sully, Alex and Carlos were eating. He's dead and it sounds like one of the medics is missing. Let's mount up," he said, jumping into the front of the truck.
The crew rode in silence the short distance to the scene and found a flurry of activity with civilians and police upon their arrival.
The Captain went and found Sully who was the senior man on scene at present for information.
"Sully, what've we got?" he asked as he took in the shaken appearance of Officer John Sullivan. "Are you hurt?" he said, looking the officer over for signs of injury.
"What? No. We're fine. But Nieto is missing in this mess somewhere. I don't know if there were any civilians on the street at the time, but Carlos was right alongside the bus when that maniac crashed into it and pushed it into the diner," explained Sully.
The fire department went about their task of performing a preliminary check for obvious signs of danger, such as leaking gas or other hazards, and shoring up any vehicles or debris that looked as if it could shift during a rescue attempt. Engine 59 pulled in from the opposite end of the scene and assumed the task of having the power and gas cut off to the building.
D.K. and Walsh came across Alex and Doc treating patients. So far, there were no life-threatening injuries aside from the obvious DOA lying across the hood of the crumpled Ford Explorer. The body of Benson was covered with a yellow emergency blanket.
"Alex, Doc. Are you guys okay?" they asked as they looked over their two friends. There were only minor cuts from the flying glass and debris.
"Yeah. We're fine. But, Carlos is missing, D.K.," Alex notified.
"We'll find him," said Billy with a positive tone in his voice. "Where did you see him last?"
"Um, he was outside on the sidewalk next to the bus. The car ran into the bus and police car and pushed them into the diner. I don't know how he could've gotten out of the way in time," informed Doc, getting more worried by the minute.
"We'll get him, Doc," Billy said again as he and D.K. went off to look for Carlos.
"What a mess," D.K. said under his breath as they began searching.
"Carlos! Can you hear me?" called Lombardo as he walked among the wreckage. He thought he heard a sound and signaled for all rescue operations to stop so he could hear better. In a moment it was silent and he again yelled, "Carlos! Call out to me. Let me know where you are."
A slight tapping sound was heard in the area in front of the diner. A crew was sent into the area to make sure that the debris was stable and not about to shift and trap Carlos further.
"We're coming Neito. Hold on!" Lombardo yelled to Carlos.
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Carlos heard the faint reply from Lombardo and felt a small sense of relief come over him. "At least they know where I am," he thought to himself. "Now, let's hope they can get to me," he finished.
He could hardly move because the debris had him pinned pretty tightly. He had some pain in his lower back and had some numbness to his lower legs. He kept telling himself that it was only because there was something heavy on his legs. He didn't want to think it could be any worse.
He thought back to the sudden realization that he had when he closed the door to the bus after retrieving his wallet. He heard the muffled sound of his friends inside the diner at the same time he heard the revving of the engine of something getting closer. He looked through the windows of the bus and saw the oncoming truck. But, it was too late. He couldn't get out of the way in time.
As the truck crashed into the police car and the ambulance he saw both vehicles coming his way, ready to pin him against the building. He had to think fast. He looked at the pavement behind him to see if there was a ledge he could hide under for some sort of protection. As he had his hands on the ambulance he felt the impact start to move him toward the building. At the last moment he saw a window at the level of the sidewalk - a basement window to the building. He knew that if he didn't try something he'd be dead for sure. He shifted his body lower and hoped for the best.
When he awoke - he had no idea how long he'd been knocked out for - he looked around at his surroundings. "Well, apparently I'm not dead, because I don't think Heaven would look this bad and I don't think Hell would look this good," he said to himself.
Now, here he was waiting for the guys to get him out of his predicament. He knew they'd never give up - no matter how hopeless it looked. He'd just have to wait it out and hope for the best result.
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Jimmy and Kim were sitting in her room watching TV. He had just returned from getting her a large chocolate shake from the coffee shop. There was a police officer posted outside her room in the event that Benson tried to come back to finish the job.
They heard some chatter come over the officer's radio, but he had the volume low so as not to disturb any of the other patients on the floor. Suddenly, they saw him in the doorway.
"I've been ordered to a call. Benson is dead so you should be fine," he advised them as he prepared to leave.
"What? How?" asked Jimmy, voicing Kim's questions for her.
"Apparently, he ran his car into a diner at Arthur and 19th. There were police and medics inside and one's missing," he said. "Sorry. Wish I could tell you more," he said as he turned to leave.
Jimmy stood up, looking down at Kim, not really knowing what he should do. He wanted to stay with Kim, but he also wanted to go help with the rescue attempts. Kim read his mind and with a look and a wave of her hand, she had told him to go and do his job. He leaned over and gave her a kiss and she managed to get "be careful," out between her teeth.
"You know it," he said as he dashed out the door. He wanted to catch up with the officer to catch a ride to the scene.
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Bosco and Faith were watching TV as well. Faith was in a chair next to Bosco's bed. They had a long talk and were both taking in what they had each discussed. They had decided that it was a given that they wanted to be together and Bosco had asked Faith to marry him. She had agreed without hesitation, but they had decided to wait and break the news to the kids before discussing it with anyone else.
Suddenly, McMahon, who had been stationed outside of their door stood up and came into the room.
"What?" asked Faith, knowing that something was happening just by the look on his face.
"Benson's dead. He crashed a car into a diner where medics and police were eating. I don't know who, but one's missing. They're calling all available units and I've been called," he said as he turned and left.
"Holy Shit," Bosco replied. "I wonder who it is?" Faith just shrugged and held Bosco's hand tighter. "At least I know its not you," she said, bringing his hand up to her and kissing it.
"Yeah, for a change," Bosco said quietly as they turned to a breaking news station on the television.
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Lieutenant Swersky had just left the hospital when Davis' call came over the radio. He immediately had his driver turn around and head over to the location of the call.
"Now who?" he questioned out loud, not sure whether he could stand another person being taken out by this madman.
They arrived on the scene just after the fire department and he sought out Sully to get the details. He found him searching in the rubble and pulled him aside.
"Who is it?" he asked Sully, who was covered in bits and pieces of dust and debris from digging.
"One of the medics - Carlos Nieto - was outside on the sidewalk when Benson crashed into the vehicles. We heard him in the middle of the pile, but we haven't been able to locate him yet. Other than that, no major injuries aside from the death of Benson," he said, motioning over toward the yellow blanket.
"Good. Make sure you and Davis get yourselves checked out," the Lieutenant said as he left to coordinate the police side of the incident.
Sully went back to digging alongside Davis.
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TBC...
Chapter 24
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Lieutenant Swersky and two other sector cars had arrived at Mercy Hospital about the same time as the ambulance with Dr. Jamison inside. There was a flurry of activity going on in the Emergency Room as the team awaited the arrival of one of their own. Luckily, it had been a fairly calm night in the Emergency Room with only some minor traffic accidents and one small gang fight.
The trauma room had been cleared and the staff listened at the telemetry radio as the paramedics gave their report. "Mercy, Boy 55-7 is in route to your location with a victim of a stab wound and head injury. We have bleeding controlled at this time, however the stab wound is quite deep and may have affected some of the internal organs. Patient is not conscious at this time, however, witnesses report that he was conscious and able to communicate until just before our arrival. Vital signs are as follows - pulse 60; respirations 18; BP 90/60. We have the patient immobilized on a long board with cervical collar. Two large bore IVs are running and we have the patient on oxygen - 12 liters per minute by non-rebreather mask. We are approximately five minutes out from your location."
With the information that they had, the staff sprang into action and prepared for his arrival. Dr. Jamison was swarmed by medical personnel, all with a job do to, upon his arrival.
Lieutenant Swersky was standing at the nurse's station awaiting word from the doctors treating Dr. Jamison. He wanted to know when and if the doctor was conscious so he could talk to him. After speaking with the paramedics he had found out that the witnesses at the scene had only been told that he was a doctor here and that he was kidnapped by one of his patients. The police units that had responded to Dr. Jamison's location confirmed the information that was given to the 9-1-1 operator by Dr. Jamison. No witness to the attack was located so they had no idea which direction Benson had fled in.
The doctors eventually came out to talk to Lt. Swersky and he was told that although Dr. Jamison was expected to recover, he was on his way to surgery and was still unconscious. The Lieutenant left a detective waiting at the hospital for when Jamison woke up and told the detective and doctors that he would be at the station if anything came to light.
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The crew at Camelot was just finishing up dinner. D.K. was putting some food on dishes for Carlos and Alex in case they wanted some when they got back to the station. He knew that they were probably meeting up with Davis and Sullivan but he always put food aside for anyone that was out of the station just in case.
"You're such a mother," cracked Billy as he walked by D.K. "Yeah, well you always have a hot meal when you get back from a run, right?" D.K. answered back.
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" questioned Billy, not understanding what D.K. was getting at.
"That means that you get what you give. The only reason that the medics put food aside for us is because 'we' do it for them - at least I do it for them," he explained.
"Thank you, Mother," replied Billy as he went out into the TV room to watch the game.
Just as everyone was settled in for a night of football, the alarm went off. "Engine 57, Engine 59 and Battalion 5. Boy 55-7 and 55-9 - respond to Arthur and 19th for a vehicle into a structure with injuries. P.D. is on scene," came the voice of the dispatcher over the radio.
Just as D.K. was wondering why they hadn't just sent Carlos and Alex to the call, the Captain came out of his office with a pale look on his face. As the crew was boarding the engine, the Captain said, "I was in the office and I heard this job over the police scanner. Sounded like Davis. The hit and run driver crashed into the diner where Davis, Sully, Alex and Carlos were eating. He's dead and it sounds like one of the medics is missing. Let's mount up," he said, jumping into the front of the truck.
The crew rode in silence the short distance to the scene and found a flurry of activity with civilians and police upon their arrival.
The Captain went and found Sully who was the senior man on scene at present for information.
"Sully, what've we got?" he asked as he took in the shaken appearance of Officer John Sullivan. "Are you hurt?" he said, looking the officer over for signs of injury.
"What? No. We're fine. But Nieto is missing in this mess somewhere. I don't know if there were any civilians on the street at the time, but Carlos was right alongside the bus when that maniac crashed into it and pushed it into the diner," explained Sully.
The fire department went about their task of performing a preliminary check for obvious signs of danger, such as leaking gas or other hazards, and shoring up any vehicles or debris that looked as if it could shift during a rescue attempt. Engine 59 pulled in from the opposite end of the scene and assumed the task of having the power and gas cut off to the building.
D.K. and Walsh came across Alex and Doc treating patients. So far, there were no life-threatening injuries aside from the obvious DOA lying across the hood of the crumpled Ford Explorer. The body of Benson was covered with a yellow emergency blanket.
"Alex, Doc. Are you guys okay?" they asked as they looked over their two friends. There were only minor cuts from the flying glass and debris.
"Yeah. We're fine. But, Carlos is missing, D.K.," Alex notified.
"We'll find him," said Billy with a positive tone in his voice. "Where did you see him last?"
"Um, he was outside on the sidewalk next to the bus. The car ran into the bus and police car and pushed them into the diner. I don't know how he could've gotten out of the way in time," informed Doc, getting more worried by the minute.
"We'll get him, Doc," Billy said again as he and D.K. went off to look for Carlos.
"What a mess," D.K. said under his breath as they began searching.
"Carlos! Can you hear me?" called Lombardo as he walked among the wreckage. He thought he heard a sound and signaled for all rescue operations to stop so he could hear better. In a moment it was silent and he again yelled, "Carlos! Call out to me. Let me know where you are."
A slight tapping sound was heard in the area in front of the diner. A crew was sent into the area to make sure that the debris was stable and not about to shift and trap Carlos further.
"We're coming Neito. Hold on!" Lombardo yelled to Carlos.
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Carlos heard the faint reply from Lombardo and felt a small sense of relief come over him. "At least they know where I am," he thought to himself. "Now, let's hope they can get to me," he finished.
He could hardly move because the debris had him pinned pretty tightly. He had some pain in his lower back and had some numbness to his lower legs. He kept telling himself that it was only because there was something heavy on his legs. He didn't want to think it could be any worse.
He thought back to the sudden realization that he had when he closed the door to the bus after retrieving his wallet. He heard the muffled sound of his friends inside the diner at the same time he heard the revving of the engine of something getting closer. He looked through the windows of the bus and saw the oncoming truck. But, it was too late. He couldn't get out of the way in time.
As the truck crashed into the police car and the ambulance he saw both vehicles coming his way, ready to pin him against the building. He had to think fast. He looked at the pavement behind him to see if there was a ledge he could hide under for some sort of protection. As he had his hands on the ambulance he felt the impact start to move him toward the building. At the last moment he saw a window at the level of the sidewalk - a basement window to the building. He knew that if he didn't try something he'd be dead for sure. He shifted his body lower and hoped for the best.
When he awoke - he had no idea how long he'd been knocked out for - he looked around at his surroundings. "Well, apparently I'm not dead, because I don't think Heaven would look this bad and I don't think Hell would look this good," he said to himself.
Now, here he was waiting for the guys to get him out of his predicament. He knew they'd never give up - no matter how hopeless it looked. He'd just have to wait it out and hope for the best result.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jimmy and Kim were sitting in her room watching TV. He had just returned from getting her a large chocolate shake from the coffee shop. There was a police officer posted outside her room in the event that Benson tried to come back to finish the job.
They heard some chatter come over the officer's radio, but he had the volume low so as not to disturb any of the other patients on the floor. Suddenly, they saw him in the doorway.
"I've been ordered to a call. Benson is dead so you should be fine," he advised them as he prepared to leave.
"What? How?" asked Jimmy, voicing Kim's questions for her.
"Apparently, he ran his car into a diner at Arthur and 19th. There were police and medics inside and one's missing," he said. "Sorry. Wish I could tell you more," he said as he turned to leave.
Jimmy stood up, looking down at Kim, not really knowing what he should do. He wanted to stay with Kim, but he also wanted to go help with the rescue attempts. Kim read his mind and with a look and a wave of her hand, she had told him to go and do his job. He leaned over and gave her a kiss and she managed to get "be careful," out between her teeth.
"You know it," he said as he dashed out the door. He wanted to catch up with the officer to catch a ride to the scene.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bosco and Faith were watching TV as well. Faith was in a chair next to Bosco's bed. They had a long talk and were both taking in what they had each discussed. They had decided that it was a given that they wanted to be together and Bosco had asked Faith to marry him. She had agreed without hesitation, but they had decided to wait and break the news to the kids before discussing it with anyone else.
Suddenly, McMahon, who had been stationed outside of their door stood up and came into the room.
"What?" asked Faith, knowing that something was happening just by the look on his face.
"Benson's dead. He crashed a car into a diner where medics and police were eating. I don't know who, but one's missing. They're calling all available units and I've been called," he said as he turned and left.
"Holy Shit," Bosco replied. "I wonder who it is?" Faith just shrugged and held Bosco's hand tighter. "At least I know its not you," she said, bringing his hand up to her and kissing it.
"Yeah, for a change," Bosco said quietly as they turned to a breaking news station on the television.
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Lieutenant Swersky had just left the hospital when Davis' call came over the radio. He immediately had his driver turn around and head over to the location of the call.
"Now who?" he questioned out loud, not sure whether he could stand another person being taken out by this madman.
They arrived on the scene just after the fire department and he sought out Sully to get the details. He found him searching in the rubble and pulled him aside.
"Who is it?" he asked Sully, who was covered in bits and pieces of dust and debris from digging.
"One of the medics - Carlos Nieto - was outside on the sidewalk when Benson crashed into the vehicles. We heard him in the middle of the pile, but we haven't been able to locate him yet. Other than that, no major injuries aside from the death of Benson," he said, motioning over toward the yellow blanket.
"Good. Make sure you and Davis get yourselves checked out," the Lieutenant said as he left to coordinate the police side of the incident.
Sully went back to digging alongside Davis.
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TBC...