FaaS, snippet four
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gilascaveI got some info on the medical situation, and had to back up and re-write a bit. Enjoy!
They eased Bobby down, sitting him against the wall, and Bosco finally got his hands to let go. They were gonna start cramping. There was a hand on his back, and voices were asking if he was OK, Kim was suddenly there, kneeling beside Bobby. Bosco looked around, and saw that everything was under control.
Finally. He let himself keel sideways - to the right, not the left, because he didn't want to fall on it and find out how much more it could hurt. He realised he'd heard Jimmy's voice somewhere in the confusion; but all he could see were feet and legs, and turnout coats, and the parapet in front of him.
He suddenly realised he'd landed on something that wasn't part of the building - it was solid enough, but it was slightly rounded, and moving, slightly. He craned his head up and found one of the firefighters standing there. It took Bosco a moment to remember the guy's name - Franco. Franco was looking at something else, apparently not concerned with the cop using his leg for a leaning post.
That might have been a little weird, but Bosco was too happy to be sitting, anywhere, instead of dangling over the edge of a building, to care.
"So, are you OK?"
Bosco blinked, and focused on the paramedic kneeling in front of him. Kim was digging into the bag at her side, glancing up at him for an answer. He saw her frown, and she repeated the question.
"Yeah. My shoulder's out, but I'm OK otherwise," he told her. The joint was aching, and he really wasn't enjoying it. But as long as he didn't move, and nobody touched his arm, he'd be fine.
Kim reached for his arm and he pulled back, fast. She stopped, and half-grinned, half-frowned at him. "Let me see your shoulder."
"I'm all right," he insisted. He knew he needed to get it popped back in - but if anyone touched it, it would just hurt worse and he really didn't like pain. Not too proud to admit it - to himself - that he didn't deal well with pain at all, unless he was allowed to pretend it wasn't there.
Kim was giving him a look of disbelief. "You're shoulder's out, but you're all right?" She reached up again, and the leg Bos was leaning on blocked his escape route backwards, out of the way. Kim got her hand on his shoulder, right on the joint that was out of place and he had to clamp his jaw closed over a shout. Kim's eyes went wide. "Bosco your shoulder's dislocated."
"I said-"
"Your *shoulder* is dislocated, and you're 'all right'?" She was digging into the bag at her side, again, and Bobby was coming over, to crouch beside them, and the leg Bos was leaning on was replaced by somebody hunched down behind him. Kim was muttering something under her breath which Bosco was pretty sure he didn't want to hear. Then she glanced over Bos' shoulder and said, "Hold him, we're gonna have to immobilize his arm."
"Right, I've got him." And it was Jimmy's voice, from right behind his ear. Bosco leaned back, a little, and he felt Jimmy's hands on his waist and on his good arm. It almost made him want to relax.
They eased Bobby down, sitting him against the wall, and Bosco finally got his hands to let go. They were gonna start cramping. There was a hand on his back, and voices were asking if he was OK, Kim was suddenly there, kneeling beside Bobby. Bosco looked around, and saw that everything was under control.
Finally. He let himself keel sideways - to the right, not the left, because he didn't want to fall on it and find out how much more it could hurt. He realised he'd heard Jimmy's voice somewhere in the confusion; but all he could see were feet and legs, and turnout coats, and the parapet in front of him.
He suddenly realised he'd landed on something that wasn't part of the building - it was solid enough, but it was slightly rounded, and moving, slightly. He craned his head up and found one of the firefighters standing there. It took Bosco a moment to remember the guy's name - Franco. Franco was looking at something else, apparently not concerned with the cop using his leg for a leaning post.
That might have been a little weird, but Bosco was too happy to be sitting, anywhere, instead of dangling over the edge of a building, to care.
"So, are you OK?"
Bosco blinked, and focused on the paramedic kneeling in front of him. Kim was digging into the bag at her side, glancing up at him for an answer. He saw her frown, and she repeated the question.
"Yeah. My shoulder's out, but I'm OK otherwise," he told her. The joint was aching, and he really wasn't enjoying it. But as long as he didn't move, and nobody touched his arm, he'd be fine.
Kim reached for his arm and he pulled back, fast. She stopped, and half-grinned, half-frowned at him. "Let me see your shoulder."
"I'm all right," he insisted. He knew he needed to get it popped back in - but if anyone touched it, it would just hurt worse and he really didn't like pain. Not too proud to admit it - to himself - that he didn't deal well with pain at all, unless he was allowed to pretend it wasn't there.
Kim was giving him a look of disbelief. "You're shoulder's out, but you're all right?" She reached up again, and the leg Bos was leaning on blocked his escape route backwards, out of the way. Kim got her hand on his shoulder, right on the joint that was out of place and he had to clamp his jaw closed over a shout. Kim's eyes went wide. "Bosco your shoulder's dislocated."
"I said-"
"Your *shoulder* is dislocated, and you're 'all right'?" She was digging into the bag at her side, again, and Bobby was coming over, to crouch beside them, and the leg Bos was leaning on was replaced by somebody hunched down behind him. Kim was muttering something under her breath which Bosco was pretty sure he didn't want to hear. Then she glanced over Bos' shoulder and said, "Hold him, we're gonna have to immobilize his arm."
"Right, I've got him." And it was Jimmy's voice, from right behind his ear. Bosco leaned back, a little, and he felt Jimmy's hands on his waist and on his good arm. It almost made him want to relax.