Consumed (Firefighters #1)(43)

Not that people who had reached or surpassed the age of consent couldn’t be morons, too.

Kettle. Black.

“Stay still,” Danny said. “Help’s coming.”

“Is it broken? Is my leg—”

The kid lifted his head to look down his body, but Danny cut that bright idea off at the pass. Adding a visual to the pain was not going to help considering the lower part of that leg looked like a human anatomy exam.

“Stop moving, my man.” Danny pushed those shoulders back to the mat. “I want you to relax and take some deep breaths. What’s your name?”

“David. Dave Richmond.”

“Hey, Dave, I’m Danny. I’m a trained medic—how old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“Are you allergic to anything?”

“N-n-n-no. Aw, man, my mom’s going to kill me.”

“Any underlying medical conditions?” Other than a garden-variety case of hormone-linked stupids. “Anything I need to know about?”

“No—what’s wrong with my leg? I can’t feel anything.”

Probably shock, but spinal injuries could be sneaky, and until there was a rule-out, they couldn’t take anything for granted.

“Just lie still, ’kay? How can we reach your mom?”

Anne came over and knelt down. “How we doing?”

For a split second, Danny was back in the past, the two of them out on an emergency call, bent over a patient, assessing vitals, calling in status to the ERs, going on transport. She was always his partner—

Had been. Had been his partner.

And yeah, it was fucked up to get all nostalgic about him and Anne dealing with pain and suffering and injury, but he missed that connection. That day-to-day contact. That sense that he didn’t have to say things to her; she just knew.

Because her brain and his worked the same way.

“Dave’s doing great.” In a low voice, Danny added, “Little shocky.”

“Looks it. Who’s coming on the call?”

“We are.”

Anne’s face got tight, but she hid that quick by addressing the climber’s buddy, who was all nervous off to the side. “Can you get his ID for us? From whatever locker he was using?”

The blond-haired kid looked at the break and swallowed as if he were in conversation with his gag reflex. “Yeah. Is he— Is he in trouble? I told him not to do that.”

“We just want to take care of him. So if you could get his wallet and phone, it would be a huge help.”

The friend walked off, and Anne got up and spoke to the two receptionists. Frick and Frack, the bearded nonconforming conformists, were as agitated as the Instagram set could get about anything other than the inhuman atrocity of almond milk instead of soy in their matcha lattes. Or maybe he was just being unfair as he read into their vaguely annoyed expressions.

Nah.

Distant sirens grew louder and louder, and then flashing red lights penetrated Mounteria’s glass front, strobing the kid’s panicked face. And then the friend was back with the wallet.

Danny took it, flipped the thing open, and cursed. “You’re seventeen, not eighteen, Dave.”

“I’m almost eighteen.”

“The law doesn’t count ‘almosts.’ So how about we get a parent on the phone? We’re going to need to get consent for treatment.”

“Your mom’s gonna be so pissed,” the buddy muttered.

Dave shook his head. “Can’t we just take me to the hospital—”

Danny cut that shit off, his patience running out. “No. Let’s get Mom or Dad on the horn. Now.”





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When members of the 499 arrived with a stretcher, Anne stepped back and needed a distraction so she chatted up Chris again. It turned out Dave of the broken leg was a serial PITA who hadn’t been properly checked in, and both receptionists were finished with his act.

“You’ve done the best you could. It’s going to be fine.”

As she spoke, she was mostly talking to herself. Moose, Danny’s old roommate, was at the head of the stretcher and Emilio Chavez was on the back end, the pair advancing through the open space with purpose. Both men were dressed in working uniforms, the shirts with the fire-service crest on the pec and the navy blue pants, the uniform Anne used to wear every day and night.

The men faltered when they saw her. And again when Danny stood up.

Then Moose snapped out of it. “Hey, you two. What have we got here?”

Danny looked at her. She looked at Danny.

“Compound—”

“Fell from the ceiling—”

“—fracture due to—”

“—resulting in a compound—”

“—unrestrained fall.”

“—fracture.”

As they shut up at the same time, she forced herself not to look away. “David is a minor, and his mother is on the way.”

Moose gave her a smile and then it was all about the patient, he and Chavez following a protocol that Anne knew only too well. In New Brunswick, the fire service also functioned as paramedics and EMTs, and she ran through each assessment step in her head.