Page 5 of Her Braun
It was everything she'd wanted.
The phone behind the desk flared to life and both Kay and Roan turned their heads.
Thuy darted over from the computer at the far end of the hub and picked it up. "Cole Medical ER... yes?"
Kay fixed her gaze on Thuy and wished she could hear what was on the phone.
"Yes... Okay. I'll let them know. Thank you."
Thuy set the phone down and looked up at Kay. "Truck Forty-Two from Station Twenty-Nine. They're coming in. One of the firefighters was hurt. A gash on his arm."
Kay was nodding along with the nurse's recitation. "Did they give you a name?"
Thuy shook her head. "No. No names, I think they're pulling in now."
The automatic doors opened at the Emergency Vehicle Bay and Kay started forward.
Truck Forty-Two was a ladder truck from Station Twenty-Nine just a few blocks away. You didn't work within the first responder community of Center City and not know the people who worked in your vicinity.
The long ladder truck pulled up near the doors and Kay turned to see Thuy, Baldwin, and even Roan standing beside her. Roan had shrugged on a gown over his street clothes and was pulling on some latex gloves.
There were other staff in the ER, but this wasn't a mass causality event, heaven forbid. She knew that Roan would stay at the ready just in case she needed an extra pair of hands.
The passenger door opened first and in moments everyone was out of the cab of the truck. She moved forward and called out the lieutenant. "Lieutenant Braun?"
He turned and lifted his gaze to meet hers and Kay had to focus on the moment at hand.
Gibson Braun was a tall, dark, enigma to her.
He commanded respect as both a man and a firefighter.
There had never been a moment where/when she'd seen him that he hadn't been in complete control of the world around him.
"Doctor."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
He nodded and she felt his focus narrow on the men walking up behind him.
"One of my men,Pits, Hank Berg is his name, he was hit by some shrapnel in a house fire."
Kay turned to look as a couple of firefighters flanked one of their own.
Pits, as the lieutenant called him, had one arm cradled against his chest and his arm had a bandage around it. A bandage that was secured around a long piece of wood.
"Baldwin? Thuy? Get Mister Berg into an exam bay."
Roan lifted a hand. "I'll go with them until you come in."
Kay smiled at him. "Thanks."
She looked Pits in the eye and saw the pain bleeding into his gaze. He was holding it well, but there was only so much stoniness one could manage with something stabbed through their arm. "Go with my nurses and Doctor Ashley. I'll be in as soon as I get some information from your lieutenant."
Pits nodded, his jaw under his beard formed a tight line.
"Thanks, Doc."
Pits looked at Gibson standing at her side.
