Tim gave a soft whistle as he stared through the squad windshield at the mangled wreckage of what once was two cars that littered the middle of the intersection as they rolled to a stop behind Station 110's engine. His eyes travelled to the third car that was wrapped around the traffic lights as he reached over his shoulder for his helmet before he exited the squad. After helping Johnny with gathering the equipment, he followed the younger man as Johnny ran across to where Captain Stanley was talking to the captain of Station 110.

"We only arrived on the scene a minute or so ago and I'm still assessing the situation. I've got Brice and some of my guys are working on the driver of the white car; Brice says the driver is trapped but appears to have some pretty severe leg injuries." Nodding across at the red car that was currently sitting on its roof, he continued, "And Billingham is working on the driver of the red car. We haven't been able to assess the other car driver yet, he's trapped and appears to be unconscious but none of my guys have been able to reach him yet."

Cap nodded as he turned back towards his two paramedics and ordered, " John, I want you and Tim to check on the driver in the third car. Marco, grab a hose and start hosing some of this gasoline away. Chet, give John and Tim a hand."

"Okay, Cap," Johnny nodded as he turned and jogged across to the truck with Tim and Chet following closely behind as Marco headed back to the engine to grab one of the hoses.

Reaching the front of the truck, Johnny frowned as he stared at the damaged driver's door and the front of the car that was now wrapped tightly around the base of the traffic lights, almost dividing the car's cabin in two. The driver was pressed up against the driver's door and blood-stained driver's window, his head was resting against the cracked glass at an awkward angle.

"How do you want to do this?" Tim asked.

"He's pressed up against the door pretty tightly, if we try and pop the door he's going to fall out as soon as it opens. I think the best way to get to him is to remove the windscreen…"

Tim nodded as he studied the remains of the shattered car, silently agreeing with his partner's assessment that the fastest way to get access to the trapped driver would be by removing the windshield. Flexing his fingers and arm as they suddenly began to cramp, he nodded, "Okay, let's do it!"

Johnny gave a single nod as he turned back to Chet, "Chet, can you grab me a crowbar and we're going to need the jaws of life to try and pop the door open after we get to him."

"Okay, Johnny." Chet nodded as he turned and ran back to the engine.

Turning back to Tim, Johnny pointed towards the crumbled roof of the car, "I figure if we can get the crowbar between the glass and the roof where the windscreen has started to pop out, we will be able to pull it free in one piece."

"Sounds like a plan." Tim swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sounds around him of the other rescues going on him as he felt his muscles in his stomach begin to cramp.

"Here's the crowbar, Johnny!"

Tim jumped in surprise as he realized that Chet had returned and was now standing beside him. Forcing himself to ignore the cramps that seemed to be spreading throughout his body and the increasingly distracting sounds and noises around him, he watched as Johnny accepted the crowbar and slipped the hook between the crumbled metal of the roof of the car and the rubber holding the sheet of shattered glass before pulling the top edge of the glass free.

Quickly leaning the crowbar against the side of the car, Johnny turned and helped Chet and Tim pulled the shattered sheet of glass free before he reached into the car and placed his fingers against the side of the neck of the motionless driver. His heart sunk when he could not find a pulse and glancing up at the dull, unseeing eyes that stared off into eternity and the unnatural, awkward angle of the man's head instantly told Johnny that there was nothing he could do. The driver had died instantly, probably the result of a broken neck.

Stepping back away from the car, he sighed before he picked up the crowbar and turned back towards Tim and Chet, handing Chet the crowbar to carry as he silently shook his head.

"Damn it!" Tim muttered, turning away before leaning down to grab the bio phone and trauma box as the sound of an approaching ambulance grew louder.

"Yeah!" Johnny softly agreed as he reached down to pick up the drug box, looking up in surprise when he heard a strange, strangled sounding just in time to see Tim suddenly collapse on the ground in front of him as Tim's body twitched and arched unnaturally in the throes of some sort of a seizure.

"What happened?" Chet asked, dropping to his knees as Johnny knelt down beside their ill friend and reached for Tim's wrist.

"He's having some sort of seizure," Johnny told him as he tried to take an accurate reading of Tim's pulse before he looked across to where Cap was standing and shouted, "Cap, we need some help over here!" Looking back across at Chet, Johnny asked, "Can you try and get a BP for me?"

Chet nodded as Johnny began to run his fingers over Tim's head, searching for any bump or injuries that Tim might not have mentioned having that could be responsible for the seizure.

"What happened?" Cap asked as he dropped down to his knees beside Johnny and stared at the painful looking grimace on Tim's face and the terror in the paramedic's eyes as his body jerked and shook uncontrollably on the ground.

"I'm not sure Cap, one minute he was fine, and the next-" Johnny answered distractedly as he turned slightly and reached for the bio phone, opening the lid before he connected the antenna and lifted the handset up to his ear before he spoke into the phone. "Rampart, this is Squad 51 … Rampart, this is Squad 51, how do you read?"

"Squad 51 this Rampart, we read you loud and clear." Dr Brackett's voice rung out over the bio phone.

"Rampart, we have two male patients, the first patient is approximately fifty years of age, and he is the victim of a motor vehicle accident and is code F. The second patient is a code 1. He is thirty-two years of age. He collapsed without any warning and is currently suffering from what appears to be some sort of a grand-mal seizure. There is no apparent signs or reports of injury. Rampart, be advised patient is Tim McKinley. Pulse is 120, BP is-" Johnny paused as he looked across at Chet.

"100 over 75." Chet answered.

"100 over 75." Johnny repeated into the phone before adding, "Although patient is in tonic stage of the seizure, the patient appears to be alert and conscious and in extreme pain."

Dr Brackett frowned at the information as he glanced across at Dr early and Dixie who seemed just as surprised and bewildered as he was before he asked, "Did you say patient is alert and conscious, 51?"

"That's affirmative, Rampart." Johnny answered as he looked down at Tim's painfilled face and saw him staring pleadingly back at him, the fear Tim was feeling only too evident in his eyes.

"51, start an IV of D5W and followed by 5 mgs of diazepam IV and transport immediately."

"Start an IV of D5W followed by 5 mgs of diazepam, IV, and transport immediately, Rampart," Johnny repeated the order before handing the phone across to Cap as he reached for the bag of D5W, wincing as his hand suddenly began to cramp. After flexing his fingers a couple of times to relieve the cramps in his hand, he quickly established the ordered IV before injecting the diazepam, silently relieved as the medication began to work and the seizure began to ease. Looking up as the ambulance attendants approached with the gurney, he nodded, "Okay, he's good to go, let's get him out of here!"

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Slowly hanging up the phone, Dr Brackett turned and ordered, "Dix, start getting an examination room prepared for when 51 bring Tim McKinley in."

"Examination room 2 is available." Dixie answered as she turned and hurried away from the base station, down the corridor towards the examination room.

"Did I hear Johnny correctly?" Dr Early frowned, "Tim was conscious and alert while he was seizing?"

"That's what Johnny said." Brackett answered, his own frown deepening.

"Do you mind if I join you on this case, Kel?" Early asked as Brackett stared down at the medical chart they had just started, rereading the notes that Dixie had jotted down.

Kel looked back up and nodded as he answered truthfully, "I was hoping that you would, Joe."

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A.N- I know, this story so far seems to be all about my original character Tim but I PROMISE that there is a reason why it has been so far, so please keep reading - the reason why will become apparent in the next chapter and I hope the reason why I have written the story like I have won't disappoint you.