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“Where the hell did you go, Dale?” The tourniquet is tight on her plump arm, but I can’t find a vein. “Why are the bucketheads doing your job? Where is ALS, Dale?” This is an Advanced Life Support call. We should not be in charge of this call. I should not be in charge of this call.
He shrugs.
“You have them coming, right?”
“Yeah.” But when he steps away, I hear him asking for ALS on the radio. Dispatch says the closest car is a good ten minutes away. These ten minutes will not be good.
***
I take a firefighter along to help me. When we lose her pulse about halfway to the hospital, he bags her, while I do compressions.
