MOMMA MIA
by ardavenport
- - - Part 3
"Man, that guy is going to hear, 'I told you so' for the rest of his life."
Shaking his head, Johnny leaned on the counter at the Rampart base station. Nurses and orderlies passed by in the Emergency Department hallway behind him. Push carts, wheelchairs, patients. The usual hospital activity.
"Well, it's just a good thing he wasn't hurt worse than he was." Roy put pre-wrapped supplies into the tray slots of the open drug box between them.
"Is he going to be okay?" Sitting next to them, Dixie McCall rested her chin on her hand and fiddled with a pen over the half-filled out hospital form on the counter.
Johnny shrugged, making a face. "Jury's still out until they get the x-rays. He was stable in the ambulance."
"He could have saved himself a pretty serious head injury, not to mention that talking-to he's going to get from his uncle. He wasn't wearing a seat belt." Roy shut the drug box and snapped the latch down.
Beep, beep, beep. "Squad Fifty-One. Are you available?"
Johnny grabbed the handi-talkie dangling from his wrist.
"Squad Fifty-One available."
"Squad Fifty-One, man down, at the office, Fifty-Three-Two-Oh West Greer Street."
"Ten-four."
Roy picked up the drug box and Johnny waved to Dixie as they hurried away.
- - - End Part 3