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by Jamie Davis




  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Part One - Extreme Medical Services

  Offer

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Part Two - The Paramedic's Angel

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Epilogue

  Part Three - The Paramedic's Choice

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

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  Jamie Davis

  Copyright © 2016 by Jamie Davis. All rights reserved.

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  PART ONE

  Extreme Medical Services

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  Chapter 1

  Dean couldn’t believe what was happening. He was in a darkened bedroom lit only by a single overhead light and the flashlights of him and his partner. A struggle was taking place on the bed in the corner, accompanied by grunting, growls, and shouts of the two paramedics and their patient. A diminutive dark-haired female was wrestling with a large, snarling, furry creature on the bed.

  "Get me the glucagon," Brynne Garvey said. “Right now!” Brynne is a lot stronger than she looks, Dean thought as he struggled to figure out how to reconstitute the powdered drug in the preloaded syringe. She was only about five foot two inches tall and her long, straight brown hair pulled back in a ponytail made her look younger than her 34 years.

  “Probie. I. Need. That. Syringe,”she said through gritted teeth.

  "I'm coming, I'm coming. I've never used one of these prefab syringes before." Dean finally got the syringe assembled and handed it to his preceptor. "Here."

  "I can't do the injection. I'm a little busy here," she said as she grabbed one of the creature’s flailing arms and pinned it to its body with one leg. She avoided the claws that had spontaneously grown out of the creature's fingertips. "You do it, Probie! It's time you stepped up your game and showed me why you got this gig to begin with." The struggle on the bed intensified as the snarling creature seemed to sprout more body hair and grew even stronger. “Do it! Glucagon! Now!” The last was almost a whisper.

  Hesitantly, Dean stepped forward and injected the syringe into the hairy thigh of the creature struggling with his partner.

  As the beast continued to struggle, Brynne muttered under her breath. “Humans are much easier to deal with.”

  ——

  A normal-looking man, wearing the same shorts and t-shirt as the creature Brynne had been wrestling with, was sitting on the edge of the bed eating a peanut butter sandwich.

  "I'm sorry, Brynne. I must've dozed off after my insulin shot tonight.”

  "You've got be more careful, Bob,” Brynne said as she zipped up the medication bag. "That's the third time this month. You're going to hurt someone one of these days. Here, sign this transport refusal so we can go." She handed the patient a tablet computer that Bob signed with a finger.

  The paramedics picked up their gear and headed out to the ambulance. Dean climbed into the passenger seat staring straight ahead as his new partner and preceptor started the engine. The diesel motor growled to life. “So werewolves are…” Dean started.

  “…real”, she finished. “And whenever anything causes a lycan–and they prefer being called lycan–to have altered mental status, they lose control and shape shift. That is the cause of most attacks, by the way. They aren't that bloodthirsty. Bob’s a CPA and a member of the Chamber of Commerce.”

  “And our job is to…” Dean started.

  “…treat known or suspected Unusuals who need emergency medical attention.” Brynne glanced over at him. “It's not all that tough. They’re mostly human, but not. You apply human anatomy and physiology then diagnose the problem based on what you know about the type of Unusual you're dealing with.”

  Dean shook his head. “So I worked my butt off to graduate at the head of my class, aced my NREMT exam on the first try and I get rewarded by getting assigned to be a paramedic for monsters?”

  “Unusuals!” Brynne said as she gunned the engine and pulled away from the nondescript suburban home. “Look, Dean, I know this is a bit of a shock to you. Believe me, I didn’t ask to break in a new partner. The job is hard enough without dealing with a brand new paramedic unfamiliar with this type of specialized work. I was hoping to get paired with somebody who had some real street experience–someone who knows what kind of things we’re likely to run into–but it looks like we’re stuck with each other.”

  Unusuals…werewolf CPA, lycan…Dean's mind was trying to put it all in perspective.

  She glanced over at him as she drove. She must have seen the shocked look on his face and shook her head.

  “Say something. I need to know you're tracking what I’m telling you.” After a pause, she raised her voice. “Dean, answer me.”

  “What do you want me to say?” Dean snapped back. “I finish school and start on what I think is my dream job –saving lives, making a difference–and now I’m - I’m… hell, I’m not sure what I’m doing!”

  “You are saving lives and making a difference to people who don’t
need to be ostracized. You can apply for a transfer from the chief after this shift is done. For now you need to listen carefully to what I have to say or you’re going to end up getting hurt. Worse, you could get me hurt.” Brynne glared at him. “I need you to listen to me like you would any of your academy preceptors. On a call, do what I say, when I say it, without question. A lot of the folks we serve are a bit prickly about how the rest of society views them. We need to tread carefully. For you, that means stay right next to me and keep your mouth shut. When I ask for something from our kit or the back of the unit, you hop to it and get what I need. Got it?”

  “Uh, yeah, I guess so,” Dean replied. He looked out the window as the Elk City streetlights went by in the night, the overhead lights forming little pools of light surrounded by what he realized were too many shadows. Shadows that apparently really do have monsters hiding in them. He looked over at Brynne, “Tell me again just what happened back there. Clearly you’ve been to that house before and knew that guy.”

  “Bob is an okay guy,” she began. “We didn’t start to get calls to his house until recently. He and his wife are separated, and I think she used to help him treat his diabetes and keep his blood sugar levels even. Since she left we’ve been there a bunch of times to handle what dispatch alerts as an ‘agitated subject’.”

  Brynne pulled the ambulance in to a strip mall parking lot and stopped in front of the Dollar Store. Putting the vehicle in park, she turned in her seat and looked at Dean. The overhead lights in the parking lot lit up the left side of her face. “Look, Dean, you must have some mad skills or you wouldn’t have been assigned to this unit. You just need to take the stuff you know and apply it to a new situation. Unusuals are people just like us for the most part. Think of them as having a comorbid medical condition that affects the current problem they’re having.”

  Dean felt a throb between his temples. He knew his first shift might be tough, but this was off the charts.

  She continued, “In Bob’s case, he’s a lycan. He has a disorder that causes him to change form when he gets upset or loses control somehow. Most of the time lycans manage their whole lives without anyone knowing they’re any different. The full moon thing is just a myth. It takes some medical condition or trauma to cause them to lose control and change. In Bob’s case, we never went to see him before his marital situation changed. Now that his diabetes is out of control, he starts shifting the minute his sugar levels get low enough to affect his mental status. Normal people become anxious, agitated, sweaty, diaphoretic, and thirsty. Bob becomes a hungry wolf-man.”

  She stopped, the pause getting Dean’s attention. He looked up from staring at his lap and peered at her, “But how am I supposed to know what to do for him?”

  “What do you do for any diabetic with low blood sugar?” she asked. “What if you can’t start an IV and give D-50? Then what do you do?”

  “I give them glucagon intramuscularly, IM. The hormone makes the liver release sugar stores into the blood and…”

  “…and gets him the higher blood sugar level needed to reverse the shift to wolf-man,” Brynne said, finishing his thought. “You do know this stuff.”

  She turned back to the front and shifted the ambulance back into gear, then pulled out of the parking lot and onto Route 40. “Nobody gets sent to this station if they’re an idiot. We don’t need ‘cookie-cutter’ medics here who can only follow protocols. There are no specific protocols for Unusuals. What we need are true medical professionals who can apply what they know critically to a given situation and improvise when needed. Someone must’ve seen that in you or you wouldn’t have been sent to Station U.”

  Dean fell into his own thoughts and looked ahead as they crossed through the green light at an intersection. “That seemed awfully dangerous back there. What about the old EMS mantra of ‘scene safety’ first and foremost?”

  Brynne chuckled, “Well there are two answers to that. First, no scene is ever really safe. What that mantra means is to be aware of potential dangers and proceed as safely as you are able…” She held up her right hand to forestall his objection. “…within reason. I know there are situations that require us to call for special assistance before proceeding to the scene. For Unusuals, well, let’s just say that the police have their own version of ‘Station U.’ Actually, we don’t call them that often, which brings us to the second answer.” She turned into an industrial park and headed back toward the last building. “Remember that extra set of vaccinations you got after you completed your class?”

  “The Hepatitis B and tetanus boosters?”

  “Those weren’t Hep B or tetanus shots. At least that’s not all they were. You got zapped with an experimental batch of the latest in Unusual prevention vaccines. Didn’t you read the fine print in the release they had you sign?”

  “Uh, no? Why?” he replied. “You mean they snuck them in without making me aware of what they were giving me? That’s malpractice!”

  “Possibly. No, probably,” Brynne corrected herself. “I’ve been told it’s covered under some Homeland Security thing. Anyway, if you’d read the whole release before you got your shot you would have realized you were opting in to ‘additional vaccinations as required to perform your duties.’”

  She shrugged. “I’ve never known anyone to have a negative reaction and I have seen what can happen to someone who gets exposed without them. All in all, you are better off with them.” She turned the wheel as she pulled up in front of the bay doors at their station. “Hop out and back me in.”

  Dean popped his seatbelt off and jumped out, walking around to stand in the ambulance bay doorway as the garage door started to go up. She pulled the ambulance up, lining up the back end so she had a straight shot to back in. Dean saw her looking for him in her driver’s side mirror. He checked behind himself and then slowly walked backward, directing her into the bay.

  Brynne shut the unit down, jumped out and plugged the ambulance in to the shore line power plug hanging from the ceiling. Dean waited, then asked. “What next, boss?”

  “We need to replace the glucagon we used, then write up our run report,” she answered. “Let me show you how we get our drugs out of the provisioning machine in the back. It’s kind of like a giant snack machine but instead of food, it dispenses medications.”

  She led him up to a big metal box with windows and doors in it. “Any medication we use is kept stocked in here. If it needs refrigeration or climate control, it’s on this side.” She gestured to the left side of the box with small, separate, windowed doors. “If it’s stable at room temperature, it’s on this side.” She pointed to the right side of the machine. Dean saw familiar meds: epinephrine, atropine, bicarb.

  Brynne pulled her photo ID badge off her uniform and swiped it in the machine, then entered a four digit code. “When we get you in the system, and you have your ID badge, you’ll be able to do this, too. It automatically keys the med dispensed to your ID in the computer. When you start a patient care report you can pull up meds used and replenished.”

  She selected a letter-number combination and after a few seconds, a thump was heard at the bottom of the box. She reached down into an open bin in the bottom of the dispenser and pulled out a new dose of pre-constituted glucagon. “Go put this back in the med bag where you got the original dose, then meet me back in the squad room. I’ll get started on the report.”

  Dean climbed into the back of the parked ambulance and looked around. It sure looked like a regular ambulance, he thought. He pulled the med bag out of its cabinet and replaced the boxed dose of glucagon. Turning off the interior light, he climbed out of the back of the rig and shut the doors.

  “What have I gotten myself into?” he muttered to himself.

  Chapter 2

  Dean thought back to the ceremonies for his paramedic class just a few days before. The Elk City EMS Academy class of new paramedics stood at the front of the room. They all looked out at their families and friends who watched as each of them was reco
gnized for their achievements over the last two years. The program was an Associate’s Degree program that culminated in the students testing for the National Registry Paramedic (NRP) certification. That certification, coupled with the passing of the Maryland State EMS protocols test, made them a licensed paramedic.

  The group of forty-five had once been a group of seventy-eight. The rigorous testing and course load winnowed that down pretty quickly. They had completed hundreds of hours of clinical time including airway management and intubation practice on both cadavers at the state university medical school and time in the operating room assisting anesthesiologists with their patients.

  They’d ridden on the road alongside experienced paramedics, learning the art and craft of caring for injured and ill people in unusual situations. It was often said that anyone could manage a difficult airway in a well-lit operating room or start an IV line in a vein with a patient stationary on a cot in the ER. It took a true artist to do that kind of work upside down in a ditch on the side of the highway at night. That was the life of the paramedic.

  Dean Flynn had worked hard alongside his classmates with that one goal in mind. He stood a little apart from the others in the group. He had always wanted to be the best, not just good, but the best paramedic in the academy. That drive had put some distance between himself and his classmates as he expected the same drive from them, too. Most of them considered him aloof at best.

  Dean had always wanted to be a paramedic. Ever since his own tumultuous ride in the back of an ambulance following a car accident at sixteen, he’d known this was what he wanted to do. He’d watched from the ambulance’s front passenger seat as his girlfriend’s life was saved, as that quick thinking, fast acting paramedic, worked his magic in the back of an ambulance speeding to the trauma center. Now all the hard work, the long hours studying, the working alongside real paramedics with street smarts was about to pay off.

  Dean had heard that the top of each class got to pick their first assignment in the city. He’d thought long and hard about where he wanted to be. There was Station 1, located in the center of downtown. He’d get his share of high energy calls, with shootings, stabbings and other exciting trauma calls to keep him busy between the boring medical runs for the diabetics and asthma patients. He’d thought about picking one of the two stations near I-95 where it went through town. They got some pretty terrific car accidents there, which would test his skills and problem-solving abilities as he tried to extricate the victims from the twisted wreckage.

 

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