Incident 09-116, 09 Dec 2009, 23:36 hrs. Mack505 commanding. It’s been raining all day. It’s December, and we’re supposed to have a snow storm, but the Eastern Front receives only rain and wind. Horizontal rain, but still rain. I hear it’s been snowing out in West, but here at Medic 9 it’s just cold and wet.
Just after dusk, the rain stops briefly and [...]
Incident 09-110, 17 Nov 2009, 20:26 hrs. Mack505 commanding. We miss the address on the first try.
As we come back the wrong way up the one-way street, we find it. Maybe. A tiny silver number resides on a black mailbox, in the weeds and bushes, at the foot of something that might be a driveway.
This has to be it. The numbers on [...]
Incident 09-109, 14 Nov 2009, 22:11 hrs. Mack505 commanding. The vast lobby of Big City Memorial Hospital bustles in the early fall afternoon. The revolving glass doors let sunlight and visitors in, while keeping the fall chill outside. The atrium soars three stories above; the hospital designers seem to have placed a roof over the space between two buildings, and then decided, [...]
Incident 09-101, 29 Oct 2009, 19:29 hrs. Mack505 commanding. “Smile!”
As a parent, I spend the year on the lookout for cute photo opportunities. The best shots go into the family calendar for next year and make good Christmas gifts. Beth has appeared in the living room in full princess regalia, and this is too good to [...]
Incident 09-72, 25 Aug 2009, 06:51 hrs. Mack505 commanding. The big Sikorsky emerges out of the setting sun with a roar. Every head outside the hospital swivels to follow its gravity-defying progress as it circles above the helipad. Paradoxically, the sound of the twin turboprop engines increases as it slowly approaches the ground and the single waiting ambulance.
Incident 09-66, 13 Aug 2009, 11:49 hrs. Mack505 commanding. The ambulance lurches as we leave the parking lot of Local Suburban Hospital. Partner du Jour looks at me with resignation in his eyes. “You know how this ends?” he asks.
“Yeah, I know.” I squeeze another bagful of oxygen into the patient’s lungs.
Incident 09-61, 30 Jul 2009, 20:48 hrs. Mack505 commanding. The patient lay emaciated in her own bed, propped up on pillows, with her head lolled to one side and her mouth wide open. I had to look twice to see if she was breathing. The firefighters said they couldn’t hear a blood pressure, and I wasn’t surprised.
Her husband was a wiry and determined [...]
Incident 09-54, 10 Jul 2009, 20:43 hrs. Mack505 commanding. The room is dark and quiet. The other three patients stir in their corners, startled by our raucous arrival among them. They quickly settle, realizing as we make our way to the fourth bed that it is not their time.
Our patient starts awake as we approach. [...]
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I’m Mack505 and I approve of this message. Where necessary, names and indentifying details have been changed to protect the innocent, guilty, or those just involved. Or maybe it's all just ficiton. . .
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