The paramedic van arrived and two EMT’s started moving towards Carol. She saw them coming, shook her head and pointed them to where Gary was sitting with Lilly McGill. They swerved and headed over. Gary knew these two guys. They were like Mutt and Jeff. Jaime was a big guy over 6 feet tall and at least 230 pounds. He had a body fat percentage of zero. His partner was Omar. Omar was about 5 foot 2 and might have weighed 115 pounds, soaking wet. “Hey Gary,” Jaime said. “What’s up?”
Omar immediately knelt by Lilly and started talking softly to her. He had recognized the signs of shock and was gently probing to see if there were anything else, not so evident, that he needed to pay attention to. Gary stepped away with Jaime to brief him on the situation. When he finished, he turned the care of Ms. McGill over to the two competent EMT’s and went over to speak with Carol Napolitano.
“How’s it going Carol? Learning anything?”
“Not much Gary, most of these guys didn’t see anything until after the fact. They got involved when Ms. McGill was already out front and panicked. I still have a few more folks to talk to though.”
“Keep me in the loop if anything of substance turns up. I’m going to go talk with Stan.” Gary said and he headed for the house but, Omar waved him over.
“We are going to administer a mild sedative to calm her down. Her blood pressure is critical and she is somewhat incoherent. Doc Thornton, over at Mercy, has authorized a small dose of Benzodiazepines to calm her down. We’ll take her over to the truck and let her lie down.”
“OK Omar. Keep me posted.” Gary said as Jaime was helping Lilly McGill to her feet.
“Stan?” Gary called, as he entered the front door.
“Upstairs. Be right down. Nothing or no one in here. I’m just getting ready to head out the back.”
Stan came down and they both headed out the sliding glass doors to the back yard. There was a small blanket spread on the grass under an ornamental plum tree. A bag of baby paraphernalia was sitting next to the blanket. The two cops started to head in that direction but, both stopped when they heard the crying. Not wailing or screaming but a soft cry. They ran towards the blanket and kept going towards the fence. Stan got there first and looked over. There, nestled atop the boxwood hedge on the neighbors side of the fence was a baby. “Over here, Gary” said Stan as he reached over to retrieve the child. They assumed that this was Colin McGill, only son of Jake and Lilly. There were puncture wounds on his left shoulder where the bird’s talons had pierced the soft skin but other than this he appeared unscathed.
Gary reached for his handheld and contacted Jaime. “Jaime, can you come to the back. I think we need your expertise back here”
“On my way.”
Jaime stepped on the back patio and saw Stan holding the boy. His grin lit up the entire neighborhood. “You found him. Where was he?”
Gary pursed his lips and said, “My guess is that Colin was a bit heavier than the bird anticipated. He was unable hold on to him and gain altitude. He had to drop the baby. Fortunately, when he did the baby landed in this hedge.”
Jaime took the child and started back through the house. When he stepped on the front porch everyone cheered. He headed over to the truck where Lilly was resting. “Let us give him a quick checkout Ms. McGill. Then you can have him back. We’d like to take you both to Mercy so that the Docs there can take a look at you.”
“Of course” Lilly said as she reached for her son and took him from Jaime’s protective arms. She was smiling. So was everyone else.
Maintenant, j’ai besoin d’écrire quelque chose en français. Comment j’ai fait Jetgirl?
*I had two goals today.
1) To write in accordance with the instructions / inspiration provided by the daily prompt and
2) To conjure up a suitable ending to the piece of fiction I began yesterday – I didn’t really want to leave the story with a missing baby. Babies are too precious for that.
Finishing the story came pretty easily but then I had to make it “imitation”. I chose to close the story, albeit somewhat clumsily, in a manner not unlike one of my fellow bloggers who seems to truly be enjoying what she does. Keep up the great work!
I should also point out that I know very little about hawks and even less about Benzodiazepines.
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