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Date Posted: 07:16:00 09/14/99 Tue
Author: E! SISTERS
Subject: HEART OF EVIL - PART TWO

Author: Sally

"CLEAR!" Shelly Walker called out, then pressed the buttons on the defibrillator pads, sending another 400 watts of electricity through the prone body of John Gage.

It was their third attempt to restart the heart of the critically -- perhaps, mortally -- wounded young man who
had been entrusted into their care.

After the jolt had been given, Shelly peered at the small screen of the portable Cardiac Monitor -- waiting, hoping -- "Come on dammit!"

A blip appeared....then two...and then three....

"You can do better than that, Gage!" Shelly uttered.

As if in response to her demands, a series of blips danced across the screen, as a rhythm finally kicked in -- irregular, at best -- but there.

Shelly released a tight breath, then turned and scooped up several prepackaged syringes of medication, ripped off the plastic coverings and prepared to administer them, as across from her, Adams was reporting their status.

"UCLA, this is Life Flight 2. Our Patient went into the V-Fib and then flat-lined on us. We De-Fibbed him times three -- now have a rate of approximately 60, with multiple PVC's showing. He's intubated and on manual ventilation. We're about to administer two Amps Sodium Bicarb, followed by one Amp Lidocaine."

"Sounds good, Life Flight Two." came the response of the Bay Station MD. "Be aware, both Rampart and Martin Luther King have announced a CODE 5 Status at their ER's. Bring your patient here."

"Ten-Four, UCLA." Adams reached out and tapped the shoulder of the pilot. "You copy that?"

The Pilot gave a sharp nod and the "A-OK" gesture with his hand. A few seconds later, the direction of the large chopper was diverted from Rampart to the UCLA Medical Center.

Shelly made another check of her patient's vital signs. The heart rate had climbed to about 90 and there were fewer PVC's since she had administered the Lidocaine, but the blood pressure was still at a dangerously low level. She thumbed open the control values on both of the IV tubings, allowing the fluid to infuse at a full rate -- hoping it would at least help prevent Gage from crashing on them once again.

"He needs plasma expanders and blood," Adams said tersely.

"Yeah...." Shelly agreed softly, swallowing hard.

She had first met Johnny Gage when he and his partner, Roy DeSoto, had come to lecture at their Paramedic training sessions. At first she had considered the incredibly handsome man to be brass and a little too self-assured and cocky for her own tastes -- but had agreed, nevertheless, to have coffee with him, when he had asked.

Her sole intent, at the time, was to pick his brain of the valuable information he had gained out in the field --
for she was certain that real life experience beat textbooks information any day of the week.

Yet, once they were alone -- and Gage had begun to recount some of the rescues he had be involved in -- at times reliving the painful moments of losing a patient, despite their best efforts -- she had discovered a side to the man that hadn't been revealed in the classroom setting.

Their quick cup of coffee had turned into an entire afternoon together, followed by an evening of dinner and a stroll along the beach. By the time he had dropped her off at his apartment, she was "hooked" by his boyish charm and easy laughter.

They had dated a few more times after that, but then she had met Rod Hawkins at the annual firefighter's picnic -- and well, love had blossomed almost instantly -- but still she and Gage had remained friends and now it pained her to see him lying so deathly still on the gurney, his face a ghostly white.

Leaning down, she whispered into his ear; "You hang tough, Johnny Gage. You have a whole string of star-struck ladies waiting their turn for a chance with the Fire Department's Casanova."


Author: DiAnne

Subject: Joanne let herself be guided... ...into the lounge for privacy. When Dixie held a cup of coffee in front of her, she took it and attempted a smile of gratitude. She carefully sipped the hot coffee, then set the steaming cup on the table.

She had never before felt so helpless in her life. Roy looked so lost, so vulnerable. There was nothing she could do for him right now and it was killing her.

Almost nothing.

Looking up at Dixie, she asked the question that had last left her husband's lips.

"Where's Johnny? How...how is he?" Joanne asked cautiously.

Fear crept over her instantly when Dixie didn't reply immediately. If Johnny had been fine, Joanne knew from past experiences that Dixie would have volunteered the information without waiting to be asked. Her hesitation told a story Joanne didn't want to hear.

"Joanne, I don't know," Dixie finally admitted. "As far as I know, we haven't received any further information on his condition."

Joanne's complexion paled as she looked close to fainting.

Dixie put a hand on the other woman's shoulder and tried to reassure her. "I'm sure he's fine, but let me see what I can find out. Will you be alright?"

Joanne simply nodded her reply and Dixie left her to thoughts.

Author: Karen

After his conversation with Max, Mike slowly walked back to the engine.

"How in the hell am I gonna tell the guys?"

Chet and Marco quickly exited the engine as soon as Mike parked it in the bay. Chet made a beeline for the locker room, calling first dibs on the shower as he went. Cap, Marco, and Mike headed for the kitchen.

Mike sat down heavily into the nearest chair. "I might as well get it over with…."Hey Cap, can I talk to you in your office for a minute?"

"Yeah sure Mike, lets go."

Marco watched as they left the kitchen, then got up to follow them. "If Chet can get away with eavesdropping so can I."

"Ugh Cap, did you speak with the arson investigator at all?" Stoker asked, once the two men were inside Cap's office and the door had been closed.

"Yes I did, he mentioned that the explosion was caused by natural gas."

"Well, Max is an old friend of mine. We went to the academy together. Quite a nice guy, really smart."

"Mike, what's your point? This has been one of the worst days of my life and you choose today to start rambling?"

"He told me that they found a triggering device in the rubble. The explosion was probably deliberate."

For several long moments, Hank Stanley was speechless. Finally, he founds his voice. "Mike, why in the hell would someone do this? All those people who got hurt. GODDAMMIT, TWO OF MY MEN GOT SERIOUSLY INJURED. WHEN THEY FIND THIS GUY, THEY WILL NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT A TRIAL. I'M GONNA KILL HIM!!"

Mike watched silently as Hank threw his phone against the wall. "Umm Cap, maybe you should calm down a little. Chet and Marco don't know yet."

On the other side of the door, Marco jumped when the phone hit the wall and started to swear in Spanish.

"Marco, what are you doing?"

"Geez, Chet didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on someone? Forget I said that, look who I'm talking too. You are not going to believe what Mike just told Cap!"

Author: Sally

"What in the hell is the hold up!!"... Life Flight Paramedic Adams demanded to know of the Pilot.

"Two Other Life Flight Units are landing...we have to wait our turn-- probably another 5 minutes!" The Pilot responded.

Paramedic Shelly Walker peered at the cardiac monitor, then looked over at her partner. "I don't think he has another five minutes!"

"Get us the hell down there now!" Adams roared.
************

"I figured as much once we were forced to go to a Code 5," Dixie McCall spoke into the phone, her voice quiet and calm, despite the controlled chaos erupting within the Emergency Room of Rampart General Hospital. "Yes...his name is John Gage. That's right...I'll check back later...and Sue, thanks!"

She replaced the receiver back into its cradle, then took a moment to collect her thoughts and reel in her own emotions, before she started down the hall toward the lounge to inform JoAnne DeSoto that Johnny had been taken to the UCLA Medical Center.

While Dixie knew that Johnny would receive the best of care from the UCLA staff, there was still a part of her that wanted him there at Rampart, where she could personally oversee his care. After all, just like Roy -- Johnny held a special place in her heart -- even if she had to pretend that they were just two more Paramedics she dealt with on a daily basis -- in her role as the ER's head nurse.
*******

The whirling blades of Life Flight 3 kicked up dust and debris as it lifted off, making it even more difficult
for the Emergency Team of UCLA as they pushed forward to receive yet another victim of the downtown mall explosion.

The doors to Life Flight 2 snapped open.

"This one is critical!" Adams called out to the waiting doctors and nurses.

Just as the group transferred Johnny Gage to the waiting stretcher, Shelly Walker yelled:

"He's gone into V-Fib!"

A young Resident leaped up onto the gurney -- straddling Johnny's inert form -- starting chest compressions, as the team barreled across the roof top landing pad toward the entrance to the hospital.


Author: Brenda

After Dixie left the room, Joanne had nothing to distract her from her thoughts. She began pacing back and forth in the small enclosed space, trying to make sense of the last 30 minutes. It had been a busy morning -- errands for the kids, a hair appointment, then she had come home prepared to grab something to eat and relax in front of the TV for a while.

She remembered coming home and throwing her purse down, turning on the TV as she passed through to the kitchen. She remembered the sounds of the Charmin commercial on the TV and was just putting the mayo back into the fridge - when she heard the familiar "We interrupt this broadcast," message which usually precluded bad news.

She leaned against the lounge wall as she remembered what happened. The reporter had only been speaking for seconds - "multiple fatalities, multiple injuries" she heard - and then his next words nearly brought her to her knees - 'patrons at the pizza establishment and also pedestrians in front of the building, including two Los Angeles County Paramedics…" She didn't even remember rushing from the house, or the drive to
Rampart. All she could recall was the gut feeling that somehow Roy was involved, recalled her constant mantra of prayer that he would be all right…

Joanne looked at the ceiling, hoping to stall more tears. She pushed herself away from the wall and headed for the coffeepot at the other side of the room, hoping the caffeine would help. Her mind wandered in a thousand different directions as she sipped the hot liquid.

Roy had been so scared for Johnny. And Joanne was even more alarmed noting that she had yet to see Johnny arrive at Rampart. 'Why wouldn't they bring him in right away? Unless…' Joanne's tears welled anew at the thought. Johnny was like family to them. She knew what losing him would do to Roy.

'Stop it!' she screamed at herself. 'You don't know anything yet.' She resumed her pacing of the hall, trying to walk away from her thoughts, her fears. Even as the minutes ticked by, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the look on Roy's face out of her mind. In pain, even with his expressive blue eyes covered, she could read the sadness on his face as he'd asked about his friend and partner…

Those thoughts reminded her of the blood soaked bandages on her husband's face and her worry intensified. What if his eyes were affected? How would Roy cope? How would they all cope?

Author: Debbie TT1

Back at the Station... Hank Stanley regarded his men...or, at least three of them. Mike, Marco sat in chairs in front of the Captain's desk. Chet stood by the door, too agitated to sit. 'How am I going to tell them?'

Letting out a sigh, Hank stood, and walked around to lean on the front of his desk. He drug his eyes up, to meet those of his men, one by one.

They looked at him, expectantly...pleadingly...

One phrase--It made the bile rise up from the back of his throat. "It wasn't an accident."

*****************************************

Dixie paused at the door of the waiting room. She knew that Joanne would be upset upon learning that Johnny had been transported to UCLA, but for her own sake, and for the sake of her husband, Roy, she would have to find a way to deal with it.

Dixie pushed open the door, and found Joanne standing--her face to the window, and her hand over her face. She wasn't crying...that much Dixie could tell. She was beyond tears at this point. This was despair.

"Hey now, don't you go giving up. Roy is gonna be fine. You and I both know that he's getting the best of care."

Joanne removed her hand from her face, and cracked a tiny smile. Two tears slipped slowly down her face. Dixie guided her back towards the couch.

"There now, I know this is hard. But, Roy is a fighter. You know that Jo. He's gonna get through this...and you know what, you're gonna get through this too! You're one of the strongest women that I know. Now, enough with the tears. Do you want the Best Doctors in the state to think that you don't have any faith in their abilities? Roy wouldn't like that one bit, now would he?"

Joanne, for the first time since this nightmare had started, gave a tiny little laugh. She reached over, and hugged Dixie. "Thanks, I don't know what I would do without you, at a time like this."

Suddenly, Joanne went stiff, and pulled back from Dixie. She took a deep breath, as if to steel herself. "Johnny...what about Johnny?"

Dixie sighed, and sat up straighter. She had briefly entertained the thought that she wouldn't have to bring
up the subject of Johnny's transfer to UCLA right then, but obviously, that was not to be.

"Joanne, listen to me. Johnny was transported to UCLA. I don't know anything about his condition just yet, but an old college buddy of mine is the head nurse of the Trauma Department there, and she's going to let us know, the minute that they know something. Okay? I told her how special he was to us, and that they were to take extra special care of him. So, don't you worry. I know Johnny...he's probably giving some pretty young nurse a run for her money, right as we speak."

Dixie didn't know how true her words were.

**********

Cara realized, for the first time since assisting with this trauma, that her hands were shaking. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. After all, she was cutting the patients clothes off...he certainly didn't need anymore complications.

Through her ministrations, and the flurry of activity around her, she regarded the young firefighter lying so deathly still on the table. He was handsome, that much she could tell. She couldn't see much of his face...too many machines, tubes, monitors obscured it. Still, though, she could tell that he was handsome.

It was times like these that made her wonder why she had become a nurse. Maybe her mother was right...maybe she should have become an accountant.

How could people, do this to one another. Especially to somebody who'd dedicated their life to helping others. It just wasn't fair.

She shuddered at the memory of the young man coding, not once, but twice since the Life Flight Ambulance had landed.

'He's definitely a fighter!'

That last time, the Doctor had almost called it...until Sue had detected a faint pulse...just barely there. That
started another flurry of activity. Dr. Colson was a good doctor...maybe the best. Everybody had seen the fierce determination in his eyes, when Sue yelled out that she'd found a pulse.

She knew that this, would be fatally wounded, paramedic would make it. At least he would if he knew what was good for him! Dr. Colson didn't like losing...especially when it came to the patients.

Her task of removing his clothes done, she covered him with a thin sheet. At any second, warming blankets would arrive, and shortly after that, he'd be whisked off to surgery, but she believed firmly in the patient's dignity.

Her job, in this trauma, was pretty much finished and she was needed elsewhere. She paused, ever so briefly to rub his arm, and to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. She whispered, "You hang in there handsome."

To her surprise, he squeezed back...and hung on.

"Oh my God! He's conscious!"

Cara, still holding his hand, for some reason, not wanting to let go, craned her neck towards the head of the bed. Sure enough, two dark brown eyes, filled with confusion & pain, stared back at her.

Author: Mary Ellen

"Who is it?! Who's there?!" Roy called as he lifted his head from the pillow and looked around the room more out of force of habit. His felt his eyes throb with pain. He was grateful he had them shut. To ask his eyes to deal with this pain *and* process light would be asking too much.

"Roy, it's Dr. Brackett! Try not to move around too much! We just put fresh bandages on your eyes." Dr. Brackett said.

"Eyes! My eyes! I'm blind! Doc, are you telling me I'm blind!" Roy cried, reaching his hand up to his face
to verify what Kel Brackett was saying was true.

Kel Brackett seized Roy's hand and brought it back down by his side. "Roy, be careful! Your eyes are still in a very delicate condition. You've suffered several lacerations to your face and eyes. The rescue team said they found you lying near a blown out window frame. Your eyes have a great deal of healing to do and we're going to do everything we know how to make sure it you come out of this with your sight in tact.
Now, Roy, do you remember anything at all about the explosion?"

"I don't remember that much." Roy said straining to recall what had happened. "I remember asking Johnny if we could-- Johnny! Johnny! Ohmygod! Johnny! What's happened to him? Is he alive? Is he all right?"

Roy struggled against Dr. Brackett's holding him. "Now, Roy, just calm down! I'm sure Johnny's all right! I'm sure he's here, somewhere"

Do you know for sure, doc?" came Roy's frightened response. Do you know absolutely for sure?"

"No, Roy. I'm sorry. I don't know for sure but I'll have Dix look into it as soon things here calm down. Can you tell me anymore about what happened."

"A present for Joanne. That's what I was looking for. We were toned out and then cancelled. We were close to the mall so I asked Johnny if he'd mind my swinging by and looking for a birthday present for Joanne. I remember passing the window of this gift shop. They had a display of these crystal figurines. I saw this one on a rotating mirrored stand. It was shaped like a teddy bear and it had a little red heart attached to it. I thought Joanne would think it was cute."

Kelly Brackett openly winced at the scene Roy was now painting him. Plate glass, a display full of lead
crystal, and on mirrored stands. If Roy's eyes had been hit by all this, there wasn't very much hope of his ever regaining his sight again.

"I remember turning and calling to Johnny to have him come look at it, so I could get his opinion." Roy continued. "Then I say this brilliant white flash. I thought at first someone had taken a picture. The next thing I remember is Bellingham's voice and my eyes stinging like I've never felt and wishing it would all just stop and go away."

"Now, just a moment! You say you turned and called to Johnny?" Dr. Brackett inquired with renewed hope.


"Yes, to get his opinion on the bear." Roy said.

There was hope! If what Roy was saying was true! If he had been looking away and not directly at the display when the explosion occurred! Maybe! Just maybe!

"Roy, where was Johnny when you called to him?" Dr. Brackett asked with keen awareness.

"He was. . ." Roy strained to remember but it wasn't easy. "Left! He was over to my left."

"So you turned your head to the left in order to call him?" Brackett asked.

"Well, doc! I was the only one who stopped in front of the window. Johnny didn't see it and kept going. He was quite a bit ahead of me. I didn't just turn my head, I had to take a step back and shift my whole body in order for him to hear me." Roy said.

Jackpot! Brackett couldn't have ordered a better situation. In an instant he had Roy admitted and the optometry department notified as to Roy's condition.

Brackett instructed the department to pay particular attention to Roy's right eye and to the right side of his
face. Roy DeSoto was by no means out of the woods yet but at least now there was hope!

Authors: Stephanie TT2 and DiAnne

Walking towards the home that she had shared... with her parents all her life, her walk was a little bouncer. She had done something that she had seen on TV and felt truly exhilarated by it. To see the building go up like that had made her feel like a little kid at a candy store.

As she walked up her steps, her neighbor came out and waved.

"Hi, Josie. How's it going?"

"Fine thanks. How's your family doing?" Josie asked with a sneer. She hated to exchange pleasantries with this neighbor. She was forever being nosey about what was going on in the neighborhood.

"Oh the family is doing well. You still working at the Pizza Parlor at the mall?"

Looking at her neighbor with a grin, Josie responded, "Well, I have been looking for a better job since they said that they were going to cut back on the hours they were given us."

"Geez, wish she would just leave me alone!" thought Josie, instead she called out: "Well, hate to cut this conversation off. But I have studying to do and an examine in chemistry tomorrow."

Josie enter the house without the hearing her neighbor's reply.

"Boy, that is one strange girl," the neighbor thought as she entered her own house. "What with all the weird hours she has been keeping lately. Oh well, It's none of my business what she does."

Leaning up against the closed door of her house, Josie let out a breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Keys slid to a jangling stop against the countertop tile.

The television popped on. Its channel button turned round and round, searching.

As if transformed, a sinister voice spoke:

"This was even more perfect than I could have ever imagined. How lucky can one person get? Those two...they walked right into it. RIGHT INTO IT! They never knew what hit them.

The fools! Thinking they're going to take my picture. MY picture! They've never done anything right in their lives and they think they're going to figure this one out with a simple little camera. How arrogant can you get?"

Suddenly, the television came to life with the expected newsbreak: "We interrupt this broadcast for a Special
Report..."

News of the explosion hit the airwaves all over the city. This was local news and affected many people in the area, sketchy news though it was. The news report sounded more like a repeat of an earlier broadcast; 'multiple fatalities, multiple injuries'; 'two Los Angeles County Paramedics'.

"So how are they? Those men in uniform..." a scream reupted.

As if in answer to the question, the reporter continued. 'No word yet on the condition of the victims, including the paramedics involved in the blast. Stay turned to this channel for the latest updates'.

The television clicked off. A dirty blonde wig was pulled and out her shoulder bag and flung to the other side of the room in disgust.

"Wonder what it would be like to meet those two firemen that had been injured in the explosion?" she thought to herself as she headed for the phone. "Wonder if the hospital will give any information on them."


Author: Brenda

The sound of footsteps coming to a halt in front of her snapped Joanne out of her reverie. Seeing Dr. Brackett in front of her, she quickly stood.

Brackett smiled reassuringly then got down to business. "Joanne," he said in greeting. "I've had a specialist
in to see Roy and take a look at his eyes," Brackett began seriously.

Joanne took a step back out of self-protection, to somehow steel herself for whatever came next.

If Brackett noticed, he paid no heed and went on. "Roy got a lot of glass in his eyes from the explosion and it's caused a lot of trauma to the eye tissue. If we do surgery, there's a possibility we can remove the fragments and repair the damage to avoid permanent injury to the nerves..."

'Possibility' he said. 'He's not even sure that will help.' Joanne worried. She also detected there was more to this then the doctor was letting on. She decided she needed to sit down for the rest of the conversation. Brackett sat on the couch beside her.

"But there's more you're not telling me..." Joanne stated flatly, trying to hold her fear in check.

Brackett looked away a moment before continuing. "Yes, I'm afraid it's a little more complicated then that." He searched for the right words. "X-rays also revealed a small hematoma on the brain. That helps explain why he was incoherent and drifting in and out of consciousness. Now there's a strong possibility the hematoma will resolve on its own..."

Joanne sat quietly, waiting for the rest.

"But there's also a chance that it could worsen, and the additional bleeding could put pressure on his brain. His head trauma, coupled with the anesthesia, could put him at risk during the operation."

Joanne paled. "He won't survive surgery."

"Now that's just a possibility, " Brackett rushed to reassure her. "I'll be assisting Dr. Cahan during the procedure and Roy will be monitored very closely." He paused a moment longer, wanting to be sure she understood what was at stake. "Joanne, if he doesn't have surgery, immediately, there's a good chance he'll never see again."

He hated to bring it down to an ultimatum, but this was not just professional courtesy...Roy was a friend as well.

Joanne leaned forward, head in hands. 'The proverbial rock and a hard place,' she thought grimly to herself, her heart torn. She wanted to just say forget it, she couldn't risk putting him in a situation that could possibly kill him. Every day that he left for work and kissed her goodbye, she knew, could be the last time she saw him.

But the thought of waking up without him by her side, seeing him off on another day, froze her insides. He had been a part of her life for so many years now, even before they were married, that she simply could not imagine her life without him.

'Not nearly enough years together,' her mind screamed. She intended to grow old with him, enjoy the grandchildren with him...there were so many things they still had to do.

But then, across her mind, in those fleeting seconds, she pictured what life would be like for Roy, left without his sight. He had always been so active - so adventurous - he hadn't selected the fire service, the fire service had selected him - the department needed people like him who gave their all, putting their life and skills on the line each day...someone who cared what happened to others..

And the active life style he held extended not only to work but to home - he loved playing with the kids, showing Chris and Jennifer how to build things. And she smiled, thinking how happy Roy was only a few weeks ago, talking about the kids. Chris had been pestering him to take him mountain climbing, and Roy had explained he'd have to wait another year or so until he was a little older and his muscles more
developed. Chris had understood, but was impatient for the day to come - both father and son excited about the prospect of new adventures together.

And what would happen to Roy, forced to curtail his lifestyle and adapt to a life without sight? The gorgeous blue eyes that had attracted her early on - the blue eyes that sparkled with life, that could convey so many emotions without saying a word. She pictured those same eyes, dulled and lifeless, the same as the sightless man struggling behind them.

He would be devastated...

"Joanne?" Brackett softly inquired.

She turned to face him slowly, the pain of decision clearly etched on her face. "Please save him...please save his sight..." her voice choked out through the emotional turmoil.

Brackett patted her hand lightly in reassurance. "Roy's pretty special to us. We'll take great care of him, you
know that."

Once Brackett was gone she leaned back, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes. She stood up and entered the hallway, to resume her pacing.

Author: Stephanie TT2

Back at the Crime lab, Max was just finishing developing his film and was taking a closer look at all of the people that he had captured on film.

There were only five people that he thought looked suspicious.

Placing the five pictures in a row, he looked at each one closely. Looking at the four males and one female, he tried to rule out the female first. Putting her picture to the side, he decided that it had to have been someone out to get revenge.

But for what?

He looked closely at the eyes of the individuals. He had learned from his mentor at the FBI in Quantico that you could usually tell if that person was guilty by the way that they looked.

Having been at it for most of the day, Max decided that it was time for a break. Stretching his back muscles and cracking his neck as he decided that he would go to the hospital and check on the two firefighters. Hoping that one or the other of them could give him some information as to what had happened, since both of them seemed to have survived the incident.

Heading out of his office. Max headed for the main lobby to let Bea know what his plans were.

Smiling as he reached her desk, he waited for her to get off the phone.

"Bea, I'm heading over to Rampart to talk to the two Firemen who were injured. If you need to contact me, that's where I'll be." He stated as he headed for the door.

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