CLOUDY \\\ B.E. imagines

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"Yeah, we'll take that call."

You point your partner towards the left, and he nods, turning the ambulance slowly.

"We've got a call for a non-alert diabetic, right down the road at Runyon Canyon Dog Park— so we will go in and check their blood sugar, and see what we're dealing with."

Your partner, Jackson, parks the ambulance and you both hop out, immediately spotting the patient laying on the ground, with the good samaritan who spotted them and called 9-1-1 standing nearby.

Making your way up the small hill of grassy land, you set your stuff down softly, immediately recognizing the diabetic seizure taking place.

"Hi, so what's going on?"

"Erm, I was just walking my dog and found her laying here like this."

"Alright, are you able to move your dog please?" You point to the grey pit beside him, who wears a service dog vest snug around it's waist.

"Oh, my dog's over there with my husband— this is her dog," he points to the woman on the ground.

"That's her dog, okay— do you mind grabbing the dog for me?"

"Not at all."

The gentleman takes the leash of the small pitbull, and the dog whines softly before complying.

You bend down next to the head of the girl and see that her eyes are closed, while her arms are bent against her chest, twitching and convulsing softly.

Her legs kick as she groans, occasional snorts coming out of her mouth as her body jolts.

"Hi, can you speak?"

You get no response, and determine that she is fully unconscious at the moment.

"Looks like she's got an insulin pump on," you eye the black and red gadget clipped to her basketball shorts.

"Yeah, she's got a medical card here," Jack pipes up as he reads the text on it.

"What's it say, diabetes?"

"Yeah, says 'Diabetic Type 1, Insulin Pump'."

You nod, grabbing her right hand and taking her index finger firmly.

"Hey babygirl, just a little poke on your finger, okay? I'm gonna' check your blood sugar."

The moment the lancet pricks her skin, a strained gasp escapes her mouth and her legs jolt up— that's definitely a good sign, since it shows a basic level of awareness.

After a minute or so, your assumptions are correct and you prepare the necessary medications.

"Yeah, so her blood sugar is low, so we're gonna' start an IV."

You carefully insert the IV into her right inner-elbow, a beep following afterwards as Jack gets her stats and blood pressure.

"You good over there, J?"

"Yup, all good— go ahead and start the flow."

Her convulsions have calmed slightly, but she is still steadily tensing-and-seizing, so you make sure to move quickly.

"Now infusing a bag of... Dextrose and Saline—"

"Looks like there's Glucose tabs over here by her backpack."

"Yeah, so it looks like she might've been havin' a little 'hypoglycemic', or a little low blood sugar."

You keep the flow going as Jack watches her stats, keeping her arm still and watching for any signs of consciousness.