Bitter Revenge (An Emergency! Fanfiction)

Bitter Revenge
(An Emergency! Fanfiction)

Disclaimer: I do not own the cover image. I do not own the characters of Emergency! They belong to Robert A. Cinader, Harold Jack Bloom, Jack Webb, and associates.

Note: Not all of the medical terms and vital sign readings may be accurate.

"Roy, you're going to the paramedic conference in San Diego next week, aren't you?" Johnny asked, buttoning up his uniform shirt.
"I wish I could, Johnny. But I promised Joanne and the kids I'd take them on vacation that week," Roy replied, closing his locker.
"Oh," Johnny said glumly.
"Well, I'm sure some of the other paramedics are going. Why don't you ask one of them?"
"I already did."
"No luck, huh?"
"Nope," he paused. "Maybe I won't go, then."
"Wait, isn't it a conference for paramedics AND doctors?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So why don't you ask Dixie if she'll go."
"She's not a doctor."
"I know that, but nurses can go, too. I'm sure she'd say yes."
"Hmm, maybe I will ask her."
"Role call!" Captain Stanley shouted from the other room.
Johnny buttoned the last button on his shirt and then followed Roy into the bay.
"Good morning, Cap," Roy said.
"Morning Roy."
"Alright, let's get started. DeSoto?"
"Here."
"Gage?"
"Here."
"Kelly?" Captain Stanley looked around puzzled. "Where's Chet?"
"I'm right here, Cap!" Chet shouted, running into the bay.
"Hmmm, I guess we know who has latrine duty this week," Cap said, checking off his name.
"But, Cap, I..."
"No but's, Kelly...Now, moving on. Lopez?"
"Here."
"And Stoker."
"Here."
"Since Chet has latrine duty, let's divvy up the rest of the jobs for this week. Mike, you can do--.
The klaxons went off interrupting Cap. "ENGINE 10, ENGINE 51, SQUAD 51. STRUCTURE FIRE. 111 CHESWICK BOULEVARD. 111 CHESWICK BOULEVARD. CROSSSTREET EIGHTH. TIMEOUT 0800 HOURS."
Cap went over to the handy-talkie and replied, "Squad 51, KMG-365."
The men hurriedly put on their gear, got into the firetruck and squad, and made their way to the scene with their sirens blaring.
When they arrived, they saw that a large house was on fire. Immediately, Cap started spouting off orders, "Lopez, Stoker, Kelly, get that hose out!" He approached the distraught lady who was pacing in front of the house. "Excuse me, miss. Is this your house?"
"Yes, it's my house. Will you please help me? My son, Mike, is still inside. He was down in the basement."
"He's the only one still in the house?"
"Yes. Please do something!" she shouted.
"Ma'am, please try to remain calm. I'll put my men on it right away. DeSoto! Gage!" Roy and Johnny ran up to Cap. "We've got a boy still in the building. His name's Mike, and he's likely to be in the basement."
"Right, Cap," Roy said nodding. He pulled his air mask over his face, and Johnny did the same.
At that moment, Station 10 arrived. The captain of the crew came up to Cap. "Captain Stanley, where do you need my men to go?"
"There's a child still inside. I'm going to send DeSoto and Gage in. Can your guys cover for them?"
"Sure thing. McCormick, Daniels, Robertson! Cover DeSoto and Gage with that hose!"
As soon as everything was set, Cap gave Johnny and Roy the go ahead. They entered the house, searching for the entrance to the basement. "Over here, Roy!" Johnny shouted. He opened the door and peered down the stairs.
"Do you see him?" Roy asked, looking over Johnny's shoulder.
"Yeah, I see him. He's at the bottom of the steps." He started to descend the wooden stairs with Roy hot on his heels. He knelt down and felt for a pulse. "He's breathing."
"Help me get him up," Roy said.
Johnny helped Roy pick the boy up and stood back as Roy started up the stairs. He heard a strange loud creaking, and it didn't occur to him what it might be until it was too late. "Roy! Watch out!" he shouted as the stairs collapsed in a dusty heap.
Roy fell backwards and landed on his air tank with the boy still in his arms.
"Roy! Are you okay?" Johnny asked concerned.
Roy groaned, "No, but let's just get out of here first...Look for another entrance."
Johnny walked around the basement in search of a door. Finally, he found one. The doorknob was hot to the touch, so Johnny stepped back and kicked it down. "Chet, give me a hand!"
Chet ran over to Johnny. "Where's Roy?"
"The stairs collapsed, and Roy fell."
"Where is he?"
"Over here," Johnny said leading him through the smoke-infested room. "Take the boy, and I'll help Roy."
Chet nodded and carried the boy outside.
Johnny helped Roy to his feet, wrapped his arm around him, and helped him out of the basement. "Chet, I'm going to need a backboard! Here, Roy, let's get this air tank off you." He finally got the tank off and then said, "Chet, help him onto the backboard while I take a look at the boy."
Chet nodded. "Easy, Roy." He lowered him to the ground and onto the backboard.
Johnny turned his attention to the little boy.
The little boy's mother ran over. "My son, Mike, is he alright?" She touched the boy's face and looked worriedly at Johnny.
"Please, ma'am. Stay back while I check him out." He quickly took the boy's pulse and blood pressure. Then he called Rampart. "Rampart, we have two victims. The first victim is approximate age eight. He was found unconscious at the scene of a fire with a probable concussion and smoke inhalation. The second victim is a male approximate age thirty. There are possible back injuries and a possible concussion. The victim is also having some trouble breathing. Be advised, victim two is Roy DeSoto
Dr. Early responded, "What are the vital signs?"
"For victim one, the vital signs are as follows: BP is 110/70, Pulse is 70, and Respirations is 18. Stand by for vitals on the second victim." Johnny made his way over to Roy and checked his vitals. "Vitals for victim two are as follows: BP is 130/60, Pulse is 75, and Respirations is 25. The victim is having some trouble breathing."
"Is the ambulance there yet, 51?"
"Negative, Rampart."
"For victim one, start an IV with lactative ringers, and put him on O2. For victim two, start an IV with D5W TKO, and put him on 2 liters of O2. Transport as soon as possible."
"10-4 Rampart."
Johnny got the IV and inserted the needle in the boy's arm. "Ma'am, we'll be transporting him to Rampart Emergency," he said to the mother.
"May I ride in the ambulance with him?"
"Yeah, that'd be fine." He knelt down by Roy and got the IV together, then he inserted the needle. "How are you feeling?"
Roy groaned. "I've been better."
"How are you really feeling?"
Roy scrunched up his face and whispered, "I'm in a lot of pain, Johnny. Can you ask Rampart if I can have some painkiller?"
Johnny shrugged and picked up the biophone. "Rampart, victim two is requesting painkiller."
"Stand by, 51." Dr. Early went over to the pager and immediately paged Dr. Brackett.
After a few seconds, Dr. Brackett appeared. "What is it, Joe?"
"Squad 51 has two victims, and the first one's all taken care of. The second one is Roy."
"What happened?"
"Some stairs collapsed, and he fell on his air tank. Johnny said he's in severe pain and is requesting painkiller. But I'm not sure that he should have any just yet. I wanted to get a second opinion."
"Is he having any trouble breathing at all?"
"A bit."
"Are there any other injuries?"
"None that are known. But, he might have a concussion."
Kel rubbed his chin and then replied, "He needs to stay awake until we know more. Even the smallest bit of painkiller might put him out of it. It's too risky." Kel turned to the biophone, "Negative, 51. Keep him on O2, continue monitoring vitals, and transport as soon as possible."
"10-4, Rampart." Johnny turned to Roy, "I'm sorry, Roy, I can't give you any." He placed the oxygen mask over Roy's face. "This should help you a bit. There, now I'll call Joanne and let her know what's happened." Roy sighed and closed his eyes. "Hey, now don't you go to sleep on me." Roy glared at Johnny, but obeyed as Johnny made a phone call to the DeSoto house. "Hello, Joanne. It's John Gage."
"Hi, Johnny. Did you need something?"
"Uh, I wanted to call and let you know that Roy was injured in a structure fire a few minutes ago."
"What? How bad is it?"
"Well, the stairs collapsed, and he fell backwards onto his air tank. Right now, we think it might just be a concussion but there may be some possible back injuries."
"Are there...any complications?"
"Well, he's having some difficulty breathing, but that's expected after getting the air knocked out of you."
"Is he in any pain?"
"Unfortunately yes, but I don't think there's anything to prevent him from making a speedy recovery."
"Thanks for letting me know, Johnny. I'll meet you at Rampart in about half an hour."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye."
Johnny closed the phone and sighed. While he had been on the phone, the others had gotten the fire out.
The sound of sirens soon filled the air as the ambulance pulled in. After the attendants got the boy and Roy loaded inside, Johnny and the mother climbed inside with them. Cap shut the door and gave the back door a tap to let the driver know that they were set to go. "Chet, can you drive the squad back please?"
"Sure thing, Cap," Chet said.
The captain of Station 10 came over to Captain Stanley, "Our crew will clean up this mess. You guys go on, I'm sure you're worried about DeSoto."
"Thanks. Alright, men. Clear out!"