In the Rig by Rose Po "I'm gonna check your blood pressure." "Mmmm. Your hands are warm... feels good." "I'll cover you back up as soon as I'm done." "Doesn't matter. Shock." "Shhh... I can't hear." "What is it?" "106/62." "I'm bleeding into my belly..." "You don't know that. We'll be at Rampart in 10 minutes. Let the doctors do their job." "Very good... don't diagnose. Textbook response." "Shhh! I'm running this call. No comments from the peanut gallery." "All I was gonna say... is you're a good paramedic." "Nice of you to notice after all these years." "I try to avoid... observing you from this perspective." "Could have fooled me." "Man has a few little accidents...." "Little? You call that snake little?" "...gets a reputation. Quit biting... your lip. You'd think... you were the one... who stepped out... in front of a car." "Be quiet. Save your strength." "Owww." "Johnny?" "Hit a pothole." "Leg?" " 'nd belly. Wish we... still had... the morphine." "That'll teach you to stick me with the biophone. Besides, you hate needles." "Wouldn't mind... a couple of... nice bags... of Ringers... right now." "Take it easy, I'm gonna check your b.p. again." " 'K." "98/58." "Damn...." |