Ride Along Page #8

Miller:

Pulse 128. Systolic BP only 70. He’s

definitely in hypovolemic shock. What

do you need?

Thompson removes the towel, only for blood to spurt out.

Thompson:

Oh wow. That’s definitely an artery.

Uhh, give me multi-trauma dressings.

Lots of them.

She hands Thompson the multi-trauma dressings, and then sets up

an oxygen mask. Kevin is still standing in the corner, in shock

almost, face almost as pale as the man’s and frozen in fear.

Thompson:

Blood is soaking through. We need an

ice pack. (Without looking up)Kevin can

you run to the rig and grab an icepack.

Miller looks up at Kevin.

Miller:

Sh*t. Kevin, look at me.

Kevin looks at Miller.

Miller (cont’d)

This man needs your help, as I’m sure

you can see. I need you to focus now.

You need to run out to the ambulance

and grab an icepack?

Thompson:

And also get a full backboard. Do you

know where those things are?

Kevin nods slowly, face still white.

Miller:

Go! Now!

47. EXT. FRONT YARD OF SINGLE FAMILY HOME- DAY.

Kevin books it out the door so fast that he almost falls. He

runs to the ambulance and throws both of the dual back doors

open.

48. INT. AMBULANCE 96- DAY.

Kevin jumps up, looks to his left at the cabinets built into the

wall, and then opens one and grabs an INSTANT ICEPACK. His hands

are shaking. He then walks towards the back of the ambulance,

opens a very tall and lean cabinet, and pulls out a FULL

BACKBOARD. The backboard is 72’’ by 16’’. Kevin puts the

backboard under his armpit and squeezes it against his body.

49. EXT. FRONT YARD OF SINGLE FAMILY HOME- DAY.

He then jumps out of the ambulance and runs just as fast back

into the house as he did out of it.

50. INT. SINGLE FAMILY HOME- DAY.

He places the backboard on the stretcher and walks up to Miller,

trying not to look down at the blood, and hands Miller the ice-

pack. She crushes it up in her hand and places it in Kevin’s

hand.

Miller:

You hold this on top of the dressings

and apply pressure. Got it?

Kevin nods, but just to make sure she forces his hand on top of

Thompson’s. Thompson removes his hand, and Kevin takes sole

control over holding pressure to the wound. With just an ice

pack and several multi-trauma dressings between his hand and the

man’s chest.

Thompson:

Alright Kevin, I want you to hold

pressure on that wound until we get to

the hospital. I don’t want for even a

second you relaxing your muscles. Do

you understand?

Kevin nods, eyes staring at his hands.

Thompson:

(To Miller) Alright we gotta load’n’go

now!

Miller grabs the backboard and lowers it to the ground, parallel

to the man. Thompson and Miller kneel on opposite ends of Kevin.

Thompson closer to the head, Miller closer to the feet.

Thompson:

Alright Kevin, we are going to roll the

patient on the count of three. You just

keep holding pressure. One-two-three.

They roll the patient, Miller quickly pulls the backboard under

the man with one hand, and then they roll the man onto the

board. They quickly get up and Miller wheels the stretcher

towards them. After that Miller goes to the feet, and Thompson

to the head.

Thompson:

Alright Kevin, we’re lifting onto the

stretcher on three. Keep holding! One-

two-three.

Miller and Thompson lift the backboard and shuffle over to the

stretcher. Once the backboard is over the stretcher they lower

slowly. Kevin keeps holding pressure. Thompson quickly pushes

the stretcher forward, with Miller guiding at the feet.

51. EXT. FRONT YARD OF SINGLE FAMILY HOME- DAY.

Miller and Thompson are moving almost too fast for Kevin to keep

up with, let alone hold good pressure. They swing around to the

back of the ambulance, doors still open, and clip him in the

safety lock, and lift him onto the ambulance. Miller stays back

with Kevin while Thompson goes to drive.

Miller:

You’re going to have to hunch over the

man the entire ride there. You ready to

become an expert in standing on an

ambulance while it’s going in hot? Just

don’t fall, or we all lose.

Miller is hooking up the man to the blood pressure cuff and

placing the pulse oximeter on a finger. Thompson turns the

sirens on and takes off. It seems like he is going twice as fast

on the way out as he was on the way there. Kevin almost falls

when Thompson hits a bump in the road.

Miller (cont’d)

Sh*t. His BP is 66 but his pulse is

dipping too. It’s 76 now. Pulse Ox is

only 89.

Thompson:

How are his pupils?

Miller:

Blown.

Thompson:

God damn-it. (To no one in particular)

Oh come on traffic, be cool today. I

don’t want to get in another f***ing

accident on the way to the hospital.

Kevin:

This doesn’t have a happy ending, does

it?

Miller:

Life almost never does.

52. INT. HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ROOM- DAY.

Frank Delmonico, Preceptor Phil, and Chloe are all in the ER

hallways with the patient. Nurse Williams, 50s, is asking them

questions.

Nurse Williams:

Last BP?

Frank Delmonico:

122/65.

Nurse Williams:

Any medical alert bracelets?

Frank Delmonico:

Negative.

Chloe is looking at them, arms crossed.

Nurse Williams:

We’ll have to work on identifying him.

Usually the parents show up frantic in

the ER, so let’s hope for that. Alright

anything else I should know before I

get you a room?

Frank Delmonico:

Nothing. Just the head injury.

Chloe shakes her head. She turns and looks at the boy’s face. He

is no longer moaning, but sees his teeth chattering. She turns

back around and walks forward.

Chloe:

No actually there is something.

Frank Delmonico:

Quiet girl.

Nurse Williams:

Hush now Frank. You let that girl

speak. What is it child?

Chloe:

On the ambulance ride over the patient

whispered to me the word Diabetic. I

think he could be diabetic.

Nurse Williams looks to Frank.

Nurse Williams:

You didn’t take his blood sugar?

Frank says nothing. Nurse Roberts gets up, walks over to a

nurse’s cart, grabs a glucometer, and goes to the patient. She

takes his blood sugar, with Chloe hovering. The meter reads 27.

Nurse Williams:

Oh my lord.

Nurse Williams turns and shouts:

Nurse Williams:

Can I get some help over here!

She turns to Frank Delmonico.

Nurse Williams:

Shame on you.

A few people run over and help Nurse Williams bring the boy into

a room. You see Chloe watch them go, and Frank slowly walk up

behind her. Chloe can hear him breathe loudly, so she turns

around.

Frank Delmonico:

Can I talk to you for a second sweat

heart?

Chloe:

I don’t think-

Frank Delmonico:

It won’t take long.

Frank grabs Chloe’s arm and walks down a pretty empty hallway.

Frank Delmonico:

What did I say? WHAT DID I F***ING SAY?

You say nothing, unless you are asked

by me. Now you’ve made all of us look

incompetent. This is not your friend’s

sleepover. You don’t get to do whatever

the f*** you want. You have to listen

to me. I can easily write an email to

your instructor, telling him what an

insubordinate b*tch you are.

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