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Date Posted: 16:06:05 09/12/99 Sun
Author: Sally
Subject: Re: "HOW IN THE HELL....!!"

> "...COULD SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN!?" Hank Stanley
> shouted, bolting to his feet -- the chair toppling
> over and hitting the wooden floor with a resounding
> THUD!
>
> Enraged, he stared down at the flustered Administrator.
>
> All this time....they had all been left to believe
> that Johnny was lost to them...!
>
> Hours and hours of grieving -- the looks in the faces
> of his men, when they had been told the
> heart-wrenching news, still haunted his memory --
>
> And Roy...
>
> Dear God, what the misinformation had done to Roy!
>
> Leaving the already battered and weakened man
> devastated...!
>
> The Cap's hand shot out...he grabbed up the phone. He
> had to call Rampart...let them all know!
>
> He started to dial -- then stopped, his eyes traveling
> again to the UCLA Hospital Administrator...narrowing
> with distrust.
>
> No...no...he wouldn't make any calls....JUST IN
> CASE...he couldn't put his men...especially
> Roy...through something as awful as being told Johnny
> lived....and have it turn out to be yet another
> administrative snafu.
>
> "Take me to him!" Hank demanded, through teeth
> gritted in anger.
>
> Brown sprang to his feet. "Yes...yes of course!" He
> hurried over to the door, yanking it open and ushering
> Stanley through. "I can't apologize to you
> enough...and believe you me...there will be a full
> investigation into the matter...!"
>
> "Right now, all I care about is seeing my man!"
> Stanley snapped as they neared the Northside Elevators.
>
> As the elevator began its ascent, Hank felt a knot
> forming in the pit of his stomach...as he realized
> that...
>
> All this time...Johnny had been alive....and ALONE!
>
> 'What must he be thinking?' Hank worried.
> *********
>
> Cara waited, listening to the steady ring of the
> phone...then heard a click...and the voice of an
> answering machine began to drone:
>
> "You have reached the Los Angeles Counrty Fire
> Department's Administrative Offices. Our Hours are
> Monday through Friday, Nine A.M. until Five P.M....."
>
> With a heavy sigh, she hung up the phone. Of course,
> what had she been thinking? In reality, she had
> forgotten that it was the weekend, it seemed that the
> hours and days had just all merged together since she
> had been assigned to help care for the badly injured
> victims of what was now being broadcast across the
> news channels as a deliberate act of
> sabotage...possible some sort of Hate Crime by one of
> the many street GANGS.
>
> She glanced into the room where the young fireman
> slept...worrying that he was becoming so despondant,
> that perhaps he was giving up the fight...losing his
> will to live.
>
> She bit down on her lower lip once again -- trying to
> stave off tears...glancing surrepticiously at her
> co-workers, hoping they hadn't noticed. She knew some
> of them would chastize her for becoming "too involved"
> with her patient...but she couldn't seem to help
> herself...
>
> There was something very special about this man, John
> Gage.
>
> "Nurse...?"
>
> A hand resting on her shoulder startled Cara away from
> her thoughts. She looked up, reconzing the Hospital
> Administrator.
>
> Blinking and clearing her throat, she stood....
>
> "Yes, Sir?"
>
> "This is Captain Stanley, from the Fire Department."
> Brown said.
>
> She looked up at the tall, dark haired man, whose face
> was pinched with worry and fatigue.
>
> "He's here to visit with one of your ICU
> patients...John Gage."
>
> "Finally!" Cara breathed. "He's been so upset...I
> tried to reach someone-- I just wasn't sure how to go
> about doing it..."
>
> 'JUST TAKE ME TO HIM!' Hank wanted to shout, but
> forced himself to acknowledge the anxious Nurse with a
> nod, saying quietly, "I appreciate your efforts."
>
> "Right this way...he's right in here..." Cara said,
> guiding the way.
>
> Hank Stanley followed eagerly...stopping abruptly in
> the doorway...unable to stay a shocked gasp when at
> last he got a look at his missing firefighter.
>
> There seemed to be nothing more than bandages and
> tubes beneath the mound of blankets.
>
> Steadying his nerves, he moved to the bedside and
> looked down upon the ghostly pale face.
>
> He felt his soul fill with renewed anger -- so much
> suffering brought on by a sick and twisted mind!
>
> In the bed, Johnny stirred, waking...the small amount
> of movement bringing about a painful moan.
>
> Hank reached beneath the blankets to take hold of
> Johnny's hand...calling out softly. "Easy does it,
> pal."
>
> He watched as Johnny seemed to fight his way to any
> real sense of awareness...then offered up a warm smile
> when, at last, the dark eyes focused -- and then
> recognition filled the face of the injured paramedic.
>
> He saw Johnny's lips part and then heard a tiny
> whisper emerge...
>
> "C...Cap...?"

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