10:00

We received a case. Someone got injured when he is dealing with flea market artillery.

That stuff got into the patient's body. But the point is, the stuff lodged into the aorta.

Michelle managed to stop the bleeding with her hands. And believe me, this does not look great.

10:30

EMERGENCY DEPARTMENT, LOS ANGELES MERCY GENERAL HOSPITAL

"Gerald Norton, 67, Male. Foreign Object lodged in the aorta. GCS 15." Hen said.

"What the Heck?" The doctor said.

"Do I even have to explain?" Michelle said.

Grey's Anatomy in real life, guys.

"Fine. Page Dr. Stevens. Get them an OR."

Michelle is stuck with the patient (literally). So she got her chance to be in an OR, while I and Hen are stuck in the emergency department.

10:45

Athena bought someone to the emergency department.

"Thena? What brings you here?" Hen said.

"Hen this is Sandra Norton. Family of Gerald Norton. She said she need medical attention when I am taking her to the station for some questions."

Sandra went straight to me.

"Hey, you! You are the paramedic back at my house, right? Right?"

"Yes. Calm down. Gerald is in the operating room."

"Alright, thanks..."

I went to the vending machine while Hen, Athena, and Sandra were talking.

"Hen... Do you know what's inside... Gerald?" Athena asked.

"Something related to artillery." Hen said.

"Ok. Miss Norton? I need to ask you something. What was Gerald doing when that happened?" Athena asked.

And I hear "bazooka".

"WHAT? *takes a deep breath* Uh, what did you just say?" I asked.

"He plays with a BAZOOKA THAT HE BOUGHT FROM THE DAMN FLEA MARKET IN MY DAMN HOUSE!"

"Hen? Ask Eddie to call me. Quick." I said then I started running up the stairs to the surgical floor.

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*Door opens*

*Jackie pants*

"Another paramedic on the Surgical Floor, you got to be kidding me." The surgeon said.

"DON'T CUT. Please. Listen to me!" I shouted.

"Out of my OR please."

"You will regret it until the end of the fucking universe if you don't listen to me."

"Fine. What is it."

"The patient was playing with a bazooka loaded with practice rounds, but it might be live. I got someone with expertise in ammunition to confirm that." I said.

*Phone rings*

"Eddie? Thank God you called. I need you to check something. You know artilleries? Right?"

"Jack? Calm down. Yes. Turn on the cam." Eddie responded.

"Michelle? Eddie's on the phone."

"Michelle? Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Eddie..." Michelle said.

"Good. Don't move your fingers. Is the round smooth or not?"

"It's smooth."

"Ok. Don't move and stay calm. Jack? I need to speak to the surgeon."

A Few Moments later

"Dr. Tyler, speak to the nurse, tell them it's a Code Black. Every non-essential personnel evacuate the floor."

Everyone poured out of the room.

"What... What happened?" Michelle asked.

"Code black. Don't move." The surgeon said.

"Jack?"

"I can't stay. Listen. You are going to be alright. Trust me." I said.

And I think I saw the anesthesiologist leaving too... hang on. He is the one taking care of the airway and stuff!

"Hey! You!" I said.

"I need to go..." he said.

"For fucks sake how about the paramedic?" I pushed him against the wall.

"I don't know... please forgive me..." and he left.

"Hen? I'm staying with Michelle. The doctor just announced a code black. "

"Wait. No. Don't do that." Hen responded.

"I am not going to lose a partner because of a coward. Hen. Please."

"Copy that... Be safe."

I walked towards the prep room, and walked into the operating theatre after wearing the surgical gown.

"Jack?" Michelle said. Her eyes are teary.

"Hand me the ambu bag. I'll take it from here." I said.

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MEANWHILE, AT STATION 118.

"Los Angeles Mercy General Hospital has reported an Explosive inside a patient's body. From what our journalist on-site knows, the surgical floor is cleared, and 2 LAFD paramedics are the ones preventing the explosion. The hospital is currently closed and has asked its patients not to go to the hospital. The Bomb Squad is arriving soon. We will be bringing new information to you as soon as possible. Tyler Jones, News Channel 8."

"Cap, Hen said that they won't be back for a while, and she told me to watch the news," Chim said.

"Then the 2 paramedics... are Jack and Michelle?" Buck asked.

"Yes. I got that Chim." Cap said.

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"Jack...? Can I ask you something?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you join LAFD?"

"Erm... "

"Oh yes. You swapped. My fault. I just need something to talk about, just to... forget that I am holding live ammunition."

"It's alright. I thought of being a paramedic before, as my mum was a paramedic. Soon, someone in her station died during a rescue call. Mom and her team couldn't save him, and she said that she couldn't even save her family from death after saving many people from death. Since then I gave up being a paramedic. How about you?"

"I was studying Nursing at university. Then I met Chris in the third year. You know what happened after that. I was living in hell, and I can't escape. Soon I realized that I am on my own, and I have to be stronger to fight back. So I applied for LAFD."

"Jack, Michelle, it's Hen." That came from the radio.

"Hen? This is Jack."

"Jack, the Bomb Squad is here. Athena is with them."

"Roger that. We are in OR 2."

The surgeon returned. This time he bought the portable x-ray machine and told us to put on protective gear.

He left again when he got the film.

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Now Athena and a police officer with a bomb suit came in.

"Thank God you guys are doing well. This is the leader of the bomb squad."

"Hi. I'm Lieutenant Andres Russell LAPD Bomb Squad Leader. I've studied the film with Dr. Stevens and he will brief you."

"I will be enlarging the wound and clamp the aorta, giving you enough time to move the round out." The surgeon said.

"Then Michelle you need to pull the round out slowly. Walk slowly and place the round into this box carefully. We will take care of the rest." The police officer said.

"Ok," Michelle said.

"Are you ready, Michelle?" The surgeon asked

"Yes."

"Let's start. Ten blade."

"Dr. Tyler, clamp the aorta, please. Now Michelle move your hand out slowly."

"Ok...*breathing heavily*"

This is harder than you think. Holding a live round in your hands, and you would have to keep your hand still, oh and don't forget that you already have been holding the round for 30 minutes.

Michelle's arm is out.

"Now slowly walk to the box and place the round here." The police officer said.

Michelle moved slowly, and then lowered her hands into the box.

"Done."

"Thanks. You did great." The officer said, and closed the box.

"Done. The aorta is fixed." The surgeon said.

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We pushed the gurney out of the OR, while more bomb squad officers came in.

"The room is clear. Send in the bot."

And we heard an explosion.

The glass windows are smashed.

"Erm, command? Cancel the robot. And send the firefighters."

"It's the OR that we were in. Thank God..." I said."

"Live to see another day," Michelle said.

"And save more lives." Dr. Tyler said.

"Jackie? I owe you an apology. I'm sorry for being rude." The surgeon said.

"Apology accepted," I said.