needed to know.
“She was a good friend of his,” Angus said. He thanked the EMT, getting out of the way so Kevin could be looked at more closely. He watched as Kevin was transferred to the gurney and then loaded into the other ambulance. Once it had left, he returned to where the other firefighters were working.
“Did they both make it?” Clark asked.
“No. It looks like the woman didn’t. She was the one who sent the sweets with Kevin to the station. I didn’t know her, but she meant a lot to him.”
“Do they have people to contact?” Clark asked.
“I don’t know,” he answered even as he started walking to his car. Clark walked with him, and Angus got his phone off the passenger seat and looked up the number for Bronco’s. He remembered that Kevin talked a lot about a guy named Bull, so he asked for him when someone answered the phone. “I’m one of the firefighters who was at the club a week or so ago.”
“Yeah,” Bull said gruffly. “What can I do for you?”
“I’m calling because of Kevin.”
“What happened?” the gruffness disappeared instantly, replaced by concern.
“I was called to his building, and it was nearly fully engulfed. I did get him out of the building, but he’s been taken to Pinnacle Health Center. He was unconscious the last time I saw him, and I wasn’t sure who else to call.”
“Appreciate it. I’ll call Zach, and he’ll go up there to be with him.”
“Thanks,” Angus said, not sure what else he should do. They’d had one date, and he didn’t have much of a claim on Kevin. “I didn’t want him to be alone.”
“No chance of that. Once Zach gets done there will be a steady stream of his friends looking out for him.” Bull ended the call, and Angus threw his phone back on the seat and returned to the rest of the team. They continued pouring water on what was left of the apartment building, but the fire was out and now they were just making sure there wouldn’t be a flare-up later.
The other tenants had gathered off to the side, where people from the Red Cross were already meeting with them to see to their immediate needs.
“Let’s start to pack up,” Captain Justinian said, and Angus got to work, putting away equipment as water was turned off and hoses retracted. It took some time to get everything packed back where it belonged, and one by one the trucks headed back to their stations. “Go on home,” Justinian told him.
Angus got in his car and drove back to Shipoke. At least that was where he intended to go, but his car made the turn onto the bridge, and he zipped over to the west shore of the Susquehanna and into the Pinnacle parking lot. He parked his car and raced inside.
“I’m here to see Kevin Foster. He was brought in by ambulance from a fire. I was one of the responders on the scene, and I wanted to know how he was doing.”
“I can’t tell you much other than he is here.” She motioned toward the waiting area.
“Is he okay?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry. There isn’t anything I can tell you.”
Angus huffed and went to sit down. It was then that he remembered he was still in his fire pants and boots. He took off the boots and slipped out of the pants, draping them over one of the chairs before putting the boots back on. Then he sat down to wait, watching the doors as people came and went.
A small man raced in, coming to a skidding stop at the desk. “I’m here for Kevin Foster.”
“Are you a relative?”
“I’m the one who has his health care power of attorney.” He snapped the smug smile off her face as he showed her the paper. “Now show me where he is.”
“If you’ll have a seat, I’ll have the doctor see you when he can.”
“No, I won’t. If he’s being treated and can’t speak for himself, then I need to speak for him.” He was getting angry, and Angus stood and walked over.
“He’s right,” Angus said, and she blanched.
“Just a minute.” The girl got up and left the
“She was a good friend of his,” Angus said. He thanked the EMT, getting out of the way so Kevin could be looked at more closely. He watched as Kevin was transferred to the gurney and then loaded into the other ambulance. Once it had left, he returned to where the other firefighters were working.
“Did they both make it?” Clark asked.
“No. It looks like the woman didn’t. She was the one who sent the sweets with Kevin to the station. I didn’t know her, but she meant a lot to him.”
“Do they have people to contact?” Clark asked.
“I don’t know,” he answered even as he started walking to his car. Clark walked with him, and Angus got his phone off the passenger seat and looked up the number for Bronco’s. He remembered that Kevin talked a lot about a guy named Bull, so he asked for him when someone answered the phone. “I’m one of the firefighters who was at the club a week or so ago.”
“Yeah,” Bull said gruffly. “What can I do for you?”
“I’m calling because of Kevin.”
“What happened?” the gruffness disappeared instantly, replaced by concern.
“I was called to his building, and it was nearly fully engulfed. I did get him out of the building, but he’s been taken to Pinnacle Health Center. He was unconscious the last time I saw him, and I wasn’t sure who else to call.”
“Appreciate it. I’ll call Zach, and he’ll go up there to be with him.”
“Thanks,” Angus said, not sure what else he should do. They’d had one date, and he didn’t have much of a claim on Kevin. “I didn’t want him to be alone.”
“No chance of that. Once Zach gets done there will be a steady stream of his friends looking out for him.” Bull ended the call, and Angus threw his phone back on the seat and returned to the rest of the team. They continued pouring water on what was left of the apartment building, but the fire was out and now they were just making sure there wouldn’t be a flare-up later.
The other tenants had gathered off to the side, where people from the Red Cross were already meeting with them to see to their immediate needs.
“Let’s start to pack up,” Captain Justinian said, and Angus got to work, putting away equipment as water was turned off and hoses retracted. It took some time to get everything packed back where it belonged, and one by one the trucks headed back to their stations. “Go on home,” Justinian told him.
Angus got in his car and drove back to Shipoke. At least that was where he intended to go, but his car made the turn onto the bridge, and he zipped over to the west shore of the Susquehanna and into the Pinnacle parking lot. He parked his car and raced inside.
“I’m here to see Kevin Foster. He was brought in by ambulance from a fire. I was one of the responders on the scene, and I wanted to know how he was doing.”
“I can’t tell you much other than he is here.” She motioned toward the waiting area.
“Is he okay?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry. There isn’t anything I can tell you.”
Angus huffed and went to sit down. It was then that he remembered he was still in his fire pants and boots. He took off the boots and slipped out of the pants, draping them over one of the chairs before putting the boots back on. Then he sat down to wait, watching the doors as people came and went.
A small man raced in, coming to a skidding stop at the desk. “I’m here for Kevin Foster.”
“Are you a relative?”
“I’m the one who has his health care power of attorney.” He snapped the smug smile off her face as he showed her the paper. “Now show me where he is.”
“If you’ll have a seat, I’ll have the doctor see you when he can.”
“No, I won’t. If he’s being treated and can’t speak for himself, then I need to speak for him.” He was getting angry, and Angus stood and walked over.
“He’s right,” Angus said, and she blanched.
“Just a minute.” The girl got up and left the
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