Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the plot line. If I owned Psych (so many ideas so little time) *sigh*
Note: In this Chapter everyone is going to find out and arrive at the hospital. The first part of it, though, is the paramedics responding to the call. (Had to use my nursing school skills so sue me)
"Hey Ted, you got any ketchup to go with these fries I was shorted."
"Yeah sure thing Bill here ya go."
The two paramedics ate in silence enjoying the quiet night. They only had to respond to a few calls and none of them were life threating: just two broken arms and an old woman who thought she was spontaneously combusting when really she had just put her heat on instead of the A/C.
The radio crackled to life "Bus 54 where are you?"
Ted sighed and grabbed the radio "We are in front of the old linen warehouse on Cutler St. what's going on dispatch."
"We have a drunk at the Home Plate that they can't seem to wake up. One of the fellow patrons called it in, you need to go check it out sorry guys I know it's like half an hour before shift change."
"Alright, Bus 54 responding ETA 3 minutes."
The paramedics threw what was left of their dinner away, flipped on the siren and drove toward the local sports bar.
When they arrived at the bar both paramedics grabbed their gear and headed on in.
"Man Ted I hate responding to these calls. The last one we did threw up on my shoes, I had to throw them out."
"I know Bill but we gotta answer the call when we are called so let's get to work."
When they entered the bar the medics were not ready for the scene that was unfolding before them. A man in his thirties with scruffy brown hair was slumped over in a booth while a waitress was trying to wake him up and none to gently either. There were several customers surrounding the booth and many on them looked worried.
Bill was the first to speak "So what have we got?"
The waitress looked up "He stumbled in here about three hours ago ordered a Sprite and shortly after finishing it kinda just slumped over. We thought he passed out. Ya know? He was slurring his words and mumbling, so we just thought he was some drunk. We just let him stay here because he wasn't bothering anyone, then one of my customers noticed his leg and called you guys."
Both the medics looked at the young man's leg and saw immediately that this kid was in danger. The denim on his right leg from the knee down was crimson and there was a small puddle of the sticky liquid at his foot.
"Damn!"
"I know Bill, I see it. Ok, definitely not a drunk."
Both paramedics began by laying the man on the floor to get a better assessment of his injuries. Bill cut off the denim around the right leg while Ted was checking pupil reaction and other vitals. After Bill removed the denim he noticed that the leg was wrapped with an Ace bandage.
"What in the hell was this kid thinking? Oh just let me wrap this mess up and it'll be alright."
Ted noted the sarcasm in his partner's voice, it was something he had noticed since they started working together two months ago, every time they were at a horrific scene it came out. Bill is a vet of twenty years he was bound to come up with some kind of defensive mechanism. But Ted didn't call him out on it this time he was more worried about the vitals he had just taken.
"Hey Bill pupil response it crap in the left eye, blown in the right, pulse is 120 thready, breaths are 30 shallow and BP is 80 over 40, he also has a temp of one-oh-two."
Bill was cutting off the wrap mumble something about being stupid and young, thinking you can live forever.
"Yeah Ted start an IV normal saline infusion, put him on a cardiac monitor, and find out who he is."
When Bill was finished cutting off the wrap the first thing that hit him was the smell. This kid's leg look like it had been through a meat grinder and was starting to ooze more than just blood.
"Shit! Ok Ted contact dispatch, tell them we have a victim with road rash that is possibly infected, serious head injury and doesn't respond to any stimuli. And go get the gurney we need to get this kid to Santa Barbara trauma center."
Ted nodded and disappeared outside to the bus while talking to dispatch.
"Dispatch, Bus 54, come in"
"Yes Bus 54, tell me what you got."
Ted told them all about the young man, a Mr. Shawn Spencer his ID said, and how he was declining rapidly. He then reentered the bar with the gurney and set to help Bill put the man in a C-collar and was about to strap him onto the backboard when Bill yelled…..
"He's seizing! Roll him on his side!"
Thankfully the seizure was short lived once it abated they continued get him strapped into the gurney and started rolling him to the bus. As they were rolling him in dispatch contacted them again.
"Bus 54 this is Santa Barbara Trauma dispatch, tell us what you got."
Before Ted could give them a rundown of the injuries of the young man, yet again¸ he heard a woman scream…
"Shawn!"
Must be his girlfriend. Dammit I hate it when loved ones see things like this.
The blond woman ran to the gurney, grabbed his hand, and just looked at him like she could will him to wake up with her eyes.
Ted then began rattling off the injuries and why they requested Santa Barbara Trauma instead of Santa Barbara General. When they got the all clear Ted turned to tell the young woman that she could not ride with him (mainly because of the seizure but also she had a death grip on him and he needed the room to work) Bill shouted….
"HE'S CRASHING…LET'S MOVE!"
Ted quickly loaded the gurney into the ambulance, slammed the doors, and barely had time to prepare for the peel out. He quickly stabilized his patient with a shot of atropine and monitored his vitals.
They were about two minutes out when he had another seizure.
"Dammit! Bill, put it to the pedal he's seizing again!"
They cut the time in half and when they arrived he was still seizing. They were met up by a Dr. Malone and Ted started firing off the events of their call.
"What in the hell happened, he was stable! Come on people let's get some diazepam over here!"
About five nurses and another doctor joined Malone, they took the gurney into the first trauma room and started working on him.
The paramedics just stood there in the corridor and gave each other a look. Ted's eyes said Crap that was bad! And Bill's said, he doesn't stand a chance, Ted had seen that look before and when he had that look it never ended well for the patient.
"Damn."
"I know Ted let's go clean up the bus."
"OK, Bill."
As they were leaving they noticed an older, balding man running through the emergency room entrance yelling for his son.
Damn.
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Henry Spencer was sitting in Karen Vick's office getting a rundown of what his son had done that afternoon. As the Chief keeping speaking Henry could feel his blood pressure rise, but he stayed silent the whole time.
"…and then after he insulted O'Hara he threw a file at Lassiter, gave a quick rundown and sped off. Henry I'm sorry."
Wait? What? Did Karen just say she was sorry? Shawn made a complete ass of himself and could have damaged the SBPD reputation and Karen is sorry, I missed something here.
"Karen, there is nothing to be sorry for. Shawn is the one who should be apologizing to you, not the other way around."
"Henry you don't understand, Shawn was right we gained up on him and we shouldn't have. We failed to see that he was truly trying to help this girl."
"And what about this girl is so special to Shawn that he would quit for her."
"I knew you weren't fully listening Henry, Paisley Raines is Shawn's goddaughter. He said that she was like his own child and he loved her."
Henry's eyes widened at this and pieces from the last five years started to fall into place. Every Saturday morning you couldn't reach Shawn, even for a crime, and later when you talked to him he would come up with some ridiculous excuse. One time Henry had seen him with a little girl at the movies and when he called Shawn that day his reason for being unreachable was he was at the office playing paper basketball.
"Dammit, that kid was always likeable someone was bound to make him a godfather."
"Well Henry I need you to go and talk to Shawn, he is a valuable resource to this department and on a more personal note everyone here loves him."
Henry's eyes widened again. If everyone loves him then why did they treat him like that?
"I will do that Karen, thank you."
Henry was still pissed but no longer at his son, it was more aptly directed to two detectives and several uniforms who were busy arresting the suspect, that his son found, and recovering that girl.
I cannot believe they would think Shawn would ever try to impede an important investigation like this! Just wait till tomorrow I will give them a piece of my mind.
Henry decided to call it a day, left the station and headed home. During the course of the next hour he tried several time to call his son but to no avail, after leaving the tenth message on his voicemail he elected to leave Shawn be.
He will come by home sometime, I hope.
Henry clicked on his police scanner and proceeded to make dinner. He made a little extra in case Shawn stopped by he sat down on the couch to enjoy his steak and the game. He was about half way through dinner when he heard a frantic voice on the scanner that perked his interest. Must be a rookie. Henry smiled at his own thought.
"…..Santa Barbara Trauma center we have a thirty- three year old male he has severe head trauma, possibly infected road rash on his right lower leg, significant blood loss, breathing and pulse erratic. Requesting an all clear to take patient there instead of Santa Barbara general."
Maybe not a rookie, that sounds pretty bad to me.
There was a second of silence before dispatch responded
"Bus 54 you have an all clear to bring in patient. Do you have an ID on him, yet?"
"Yes dispatch according to the ID found on him he goes by Shawn Spencer and lives at…"
Henry froze and the world spun around him, there was a loud buzzing in his ears, and he felt suddenly like he was going to be sick. Then on auto-pilot he grabbed his keys, headed out the door, and was speeding off in his truck before he had another coherent thought.
Road rash? Damn motorcycle I knew he was going to get himself killed on it.
Breaking every speed limit and quite a few other traffic laws he made his way to the trauma center. He cut the normal twenty minute drive to ten and as he pulled up he saw a gurney being rolled in and a flash of the unmistakable mess of brown hair.
Oh God! Shawn!
Henry jumped out of the truck paying no attention if he closed the door or even if he grabbed the keys out of the ignition and ran for all he was worth.
"Shawn! Shawn!"
He passed two paramedics at the entrance but paid them no mind because the next things he heard caused his heart to drop.
"….code blue trauma room one, code blue trauma room one. Rapid response team to trauma room one. I repeat code blue."
Please don't be Shawn. Please!
Henry saw a team of about four nurses and two doctors running down the hall with a crash cart. As they pushed opened the door for trauma room one he saw Shawn laying on a table, eyes wide open while a nurse was pounding away on his chest.
Oh God NO! "Shawn!"
Henry ran toward the room but was stopped by a security guard who had seen the older man's approach.
"I'm sorry sir but you need to let the doctors and nurses work on him."
He would have argued but he knew there was nothing he could do for his son. Instead he just stood there, in shock, staring at the door and doing something he rarely did-pray.
He broke his mantra at the sound of a very familiar voice of a certain detective.
"Shawn Spencer! Where is he! Tell me now!"
"Juliet?"
"Mr. Spencer?"
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Carlton watched from his Crown Vic as the ambulance sped away toward to hospital. He quickly exited his vehicle and began to make his way to his very distraught partner who was following the path of the ambulance. After the vehicle made a right Lassiter watched her pale visibly and her knees started to give out.
He quickly picked up the pace and caught her just before she slammed into the asphalt below her. Sobs were wracking her body and she was having an extremely hard time breathing.
"O'Hara look at me."
Juliet looked up into her partner's eyes and saw his concern.
"Ok, O'Hara we are going to stand up and go to the hospital."
"Santa Barbara Trauma…he was dying…..couldn't ride with him."
Carlton was surprised that his partner could even speak and what little words she uttered took him aback even more. He knew he had to be strong for her, he knew he couldn't show how worried he was for the fake psychic (he wasn't a fan of the man but that doesn't mean he wished him harm, well extreme harm), if he did she would breakdown beyond repair and he needed her to be able to walk.
"O'Hara, Spe-Shawn will be fine but right now we need to get to the hospital and see how he is doing."
Juliet didn't utter another word but instead stomped her way to the car and got into the passenger side. Carlton took a second to collect himself and made his way to the driver's side. Without another word he flipped on the siren and took off after the ambulance.
The detectives arrived at the hospital about six minutes later. Carlton drove up to the ambulance bay and barely had time to stop when Juliet dove out of the car and ran in. He then drove off to park the car and whipped out his cell phone to make a phone call.
"Detective Lassiter what can I do for you this evening."
Carlton sighed deeply, the Chief sounded like she was in a good mood and he was about to burst it. It took every ounce of energy to stop the shake in his voice.
"Chief…..I am at Santa Barbara Trauma we just followed an ambulance carrying Spen-Shawn in it. He was pretty banged up from what I could see…..it doesn't look good Chief."
Carlton could hear the Chief gasp on the other end.
"Th-thank you Carlton." She didn't hang up but Carlton could hear her shouting in the background to some officers about what was going on and where to reach her. "I will be right there." With that she hung up on the detective and he took that as a cue to leave the confines of his car and make it to the hospital entrance.
As he walked through the entrance he was assaulted with several noises and sights all at the same time. His partner was being held by Henry Spencer crying for all she was worth, doctors were shouting orders, and a gurney with a very pale man was being rushed past them. Wait! That was Spencer! Sweet Lady Justice!
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Four people were sitting in the plastic chair in the waiting room each of them looking worse as time wore one. A pair of gray eyes took in the scene with extreme malice.
That's the detective that arrested my Chris and she is his partner. Who the other people are I don't care they all need to pay for what they have done to me. And I have the perfect way to collect.
Mallory Montgomery smiled to herself as she walked further into the corridor, wearing scrubs and looking the part so no one would stop her.
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Burton "Gus" Guster was enjoying a nice, quiet evening at home when the phone rang. Gus groaned knowing that it was Shawn and he was going to be pulled into some crazy, life threating situation that he wanted no part of. Gus didn't even look at the caller ID when he answered.
"Shawn look I am enjoying my evening whatever it is—"
He was cut off by a distant sounding voice.
"Gus—"
Crap that's Henry and he doesn't sound good.
"Mr. Spencer, what's going on?"
"Gus, Shawn was in an accident earlier today. He is at Santa Barbara Trauma….Gus it doesn't look good."
No more needed to be said he quickly ended the call, hopped in the blueberry, and went as fast as humanly possible to the hospital.
When Gus arrived at the hospital he didn't need to ask where the family of Shawn was waiting because the waiting room was full of uniforms and crinkled clothes that look like they had been slept in.
He spotted four people in the center of the sea of blue and he made his way to them.
"Mr. Spencer. How is he?"
"Gus I am not going to lie to you. He is pretty banged up (his voice broke a little) before the rushed him to surgery he coded…. They almost didn't get him back."
Gus' head swam and his knees felt weak he was only minutely aware of a pair of strong arms holding him up and guiding him to a chair. When Gus looked up he eyes met with the worried face of Buzz McNab.
"He'll be alright Gus, I just know it."
All Gus could do was nod and mumbled a quick thanks to the officer.
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Mallory watched the scene unfold before her. Perfect. Everyone is to occupied to notice me my plan is going to work! They are all going to pay.
A/N: A virtual pineapple to the first person who can correctly tell me what movie and television show I referenced in this chapter!
Well the supernatural part is going to come into play in the next chapter and we will find out how Shawn is doing. Also want my readers to know that those two words are about as bad as my language gets.