*Trigger Warning* Injuries and blood ahead.

Jacky drives a motorcycle to work, apart from most of the crew in the station driving a car.

By the time he returns to the Fire Station, I (Jackie) would have taken over.

09:30 AM

It's different today. This is the first time I stood in front of Jacky's house.

Wait. I don't know how to ride a motorcycle.

*Phone rings*

Jacky

Erm... My motorcycle is broken. Don't try to start it or else I would have to work from home. 09:35

Alright.

Let's check out Uber...

Gosh, I'm going to be late. No one is picking up my order...

What happened out there? And For fuck's sake how should I go to work?

Just before I decided to give up and walk to the metro station, a Pickup truck appeared and stopped in front of the bus stop.

"Excuse me? I'm running late for work, can you..." I walked towards the car and talked to the driver at the same time.

"Hey! Jacky! You need a ride?" the driver replied.

Thank God it's Eddie.

"Thank you so much, Eddie, I really should buy you breakfast."

"Nah just get in."

On Eddie's Pickup Truck

"Hang on, don't you know that the Metro is down?" Eddie said.

"No. I don't." I said.

"LA Metro announced that their Signal Systems are failing to function properly so they only got limited train services. Everyone started driving to work or taking the bus, and this made traffic jams everywhere." Eddie said. "I managed to get Chris to school through a shortcut which also brings me to your home."

Jacky, maybe you should try to help me instead of eavesdropping on me.

Jacky

Hey, have you heard that the LA Metro is down? 09:40

Jackie

noted with thanks. 09:40

10:30

STATION 118, LOS ANGELES

It took us nearly an hour to return to the fire station. We are stuck in multiple traffic jams. Everyone was late.

Cap's the only one in the station, then Buck came in.

"The traffic jam is crazy. My jeep was stuck blocks away from the fire station."

"I am not going to survive that kind of traffic jam," I said. "Thank god Eddie appeared."

*Phone rings*

FAMILY 118

Hen

Bobby, I'm stuck in a traffic jam, near the fire station, can't get out of the car 10:31

Someone's zooming through right next to me 10:32

It's Michelle's cycle! 10:32

Buck

Damn should've left my jeep at home and ask Michelle for a ride 10:32

Jackie

...I really wish that my motorcycle was working🥲 10:33

10:40

A motorcycle stopped outside of the station. Michelle and Hen (?) walked inside with her helmet.

"I parked my car somewhere and asked Michelle to take me back to the station." Hen said.

10:45

"HEY DON'T YOU DARE CUTTING THE QUEUE!"

"Yeah, everyone's in a hurry. Please don't cut the line."

"Why? Why not?"

"You'd better call an ambulance, but... not for me!"

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"911 what's your emergency?"

"I'm calling from 7th Street Metro Centre station! There's a fight out there! Someone cut a queue and got beaten up!"

11:15

7TH STREET/METRO CENTRE STATION, LOS ANGLES

We got a call that a fight had occurred at Metro Centre Station.

Welp, people get impatient when waiting, and some people can light you up in these situations.

"Here. That's the guy you're looking for." Athena said. She was pinning someone down. "You're now under arrest."

"Hello, My name is Jackie, I'm going to examine you. Speak to me if you feel pain."

"HELP! HELP!" Someone shouted.

"I can take care of this myself."

"Ok. Michelle? Follow me. What happened?" Hen asked.

"Someone collapsed at the train platform. She just collapsed. Please can you help her?"

"Lead us to the patient. We will take care of the rest." Hen said.

"Call me if you need help. I will meet you on the rescue." I said.

"Jack, grab the LUCAS(Chest Compressions System) when you return."

A FEW MOMENTS LATER

"I got the LUCAS." I said.

"Ok. You know how to set it up right?" Heb asked.

Jacky

Yes. Taking over. 12:00

Michelle was looking at the platform while I and Hen were setting up the LUCAS.

"RUN! GET AWAY FROM THE PLATFORM! TRAINS COMING!" Michelle shouted and pushed us away.

People were shocked for a moment, then started running.

There was a loud, very loud crash.

A train crashed into the train on the platform.

"Oh my god..." Michelle said.

"I will get the triage pack," I said.

"Dispatch, rescue 118. A train crash had just occurred at 7th Street/Metro Center station. Multiple Causalities. Requesting support." Hen said to the walkie-talkie.

"Michelle, continue resuscitation.'

"Analysing. Stop compressions..."

GROUND LEVEL, 7TH STREET/METRO CENTRE STATION, LOS ANGLES

I grabbed the triage bag from the rescue and headed back into the metro station.

Other paramedics and firefighters are flocking down to the station.

Hen and Michelle moved the patient out of the station.

"We are sending the cardiac arrest to the hospital, and pick up doctors from Los Angeles Mercy." Hen said.

"Ok. I'll be monitoring his vitals," I said.

LOS ANGELES MERCY GENERAL

"Here. Try to fit in. We will be briefing you on the way." Hen said.

We offloaded the patient, and now we are picking up medical staff from the emergency room.

"Two Metro trains crashed, multiple casualties, we are doing triage at the concourse. Get prepared." I said.

We lead the doctors to the scene. Rescues and Fire Engines are parked everywhere, also the Chief's sedan, command vehicles, and even USAR.

A USAR firefighter stopped us. "Paramedics? And Doctors? Great. Follow me. We had a situation here."

The train driver was stuck in between 2 cars. And apparently, something hit his head.

"Unequal pupils, the right side is larger," Michelle said.

"Sir? Sir, can you hear me? If you can hear me, move your hands or speak to me, okay?" I said, but he isn't responsive.

"I think his Intracranial pressure is too high, and it's affecting his brain...." Dr. Stevens said.

"...Bring me a drill, a scalpel, razor, and disinfection stuff. I will intubate the patient."

"Wait are you sure...?" I asked.

"I don't have a choice, he won't make it if we leave him at this state."

"I will get those stuff ready," Michelle said.

"Command, Rescue 118. We need a drill here, stat." I talked to the walkie-talkie.

Later, Eddie came down and brought us a drill.

"Ok. Let's start. Jack, Michelle, monitor his vitals. " Dr. Stevens said, "*Flush drill with alcohol, Deep breath* Scalpel."

Dr. Stevens started the procedure.

Yes. Burr holes. He did that to release the patient's pressure inside his skull.

"Done. Put a tourniquet on his left leg and extract him." This is when we handed the patient to the USAR team.

We headed back to the triage area on the concourse, but Michelle stopped walking suddenly.

"I think we missed someone?" Michelle asked.

"Let's take a look..." I said.

Michelle does have a good sixth sense, again. We found an unconscious patient sitting on the bench on the platform.

"Left leg closed fracture, right femur fracture, closed. Broken ribs." Michelle said as she is performing an exam. "Miss? Can you hear me?"

"Yellow tag. " I said, "(to the walkie) Found a yellow tag on the platform, behind the main escalator. Traction Splint, padded boards needed."

"Need some help?" Chim said while carrying splinting tools.

"Thanks. Chim."

"Let me take care of the traction splint."

"I'll take care of the leg," I said.

"Miss? We are Los Angeles Fire Department Paramedics. You just had an accident, your leg is broken. We are splinting them which can make you feel better. Can you tell me your name?" Michelle said. "Carmen, right? We're going to take good care of you."

We transported Carmen to the triage area.

"Wait, aren't you guys sending me to the hospital?" Carmen asked.

"We will, but we have to send people that are heavily injured first."

All of a sudden, someone shouted "WATCH OUT!" I looked backward and saw someone running around with a knife.

Wait... That guy is running towards us?

Shit.

I was trying to cover Carmen. I started to see memories of my life...

Then Michelle came from nowhere and knocked down the suspect with her bare hands (also smacked him with a clipboard) before he stabbed us.

She kicked his knife away, then police officers arrested him.

"Thanks..." I said.

"Now you owe me a meal. You alright?" Michelle asked.

"Yes. I'm alright thanks."

"We got space for Yellow tags! 3 green 1 yellow! To LA Community!" The Medical Communications Officer shouted.

"Yellow Tag coming!" I said, then moved Carmen's stretcher to the ground level.

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14:30

"Alright. Last batch of green tags. Mostly bone fractures and dislocations." I said.

"Alright. Are you guys hungry? The cafeteria here has great foods." Hen asked. "It's the first Mass Casualty you've ever worked at."

"Sure, I haven't eaten much this morning......" I said.

"Perfect. Let's go."

Hen was right. LA Community's Cafeteria probably has the best foods in Hospitals. The mashed potatoes and meatballs mark the end of our first Mass Casualty incident.

And time's up! Gotta go to classes... Bye!

Jackie

Oh yes you owe Michelle a dinner 14:45

Jacky

What 14:46