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xp_logsSpider-Miles and EMT Sharon help bystanders injured during a criminal car chase.
The laughter and cries of excitement from patrons leaving bars and theaters and clubs on this lovely summer night turned to yelps and howls of pain without warning. An unmarked van sped down the street, pedestrians barely avoiding being flattened and several other cars swerving and crashing into each other to avoid a more disastrous end under the speeding vehicle. Pursuing the van, and black-clad figure swung on ropes through the air. Miles had caught them fleeing a bank robbery. It was hard to believe that people still thought it was a good idea to do that anymore. Didn't they know New York has under superhero protection?
Miles shot a web when he got close enough and flung himself onto the roof. Leaning over the passenger side, he smashed his fist through the window and poked his head in. "Ay, mira, fun time's over." He wasn't sure quite what type of gun the driver raised, but he didn't need his spider-sense to know to get out of the way before it started firing. He got back up onto the roof to avoid losing his brains, rolled over to the other side, and dove into the driver's side feet-first, kicking out the window and the driver.
"Okay, now where's the parking brake on this thing?" he wondered, sitting on the unconscious driver's lap as he tried to take control of the van as it careened down the street. He slammed a foot on the brake, nearly kicking through the floorboard, but managed to squeak the van to a stop just inches in front of a crowded restaurant patio. "And Dad was worried about my driving."
A few streets further Sharon was just biting into her donut when the radio sprang to live. "Three X-Ray." Luckily her partner and preceptor reached out and keyed the mike. "Three X-Ray here, go ahead." She had just swallowed when more information came: "Multiple MVA's. Possible Class David. One on one."
"Three X-Ray, 10-63." The directions appeared on the screen as Sharon hit the sirens. Class David... possibly meaning over ten victims... "Sorry, Ryan, just going over something in my head." She replied after her partner had called her name. "How long till we are there?"
"As soon as we through that..." Her partner nodded towards the traffic jam up head. "Should only be a few minutes."
Normally, Miles would be gone by then, unwilling to accept the admiration from onlookers while also dodging arrest when the cops showed up, But after webbing the driver (and his two partners, who had been cowering in the back in the hopes they would be ignored and could escape), he turned around to see the carnage left in his wake. He heard the sirens wailing, but it would take forever for the ambulance to get close enough. The risk to his own safety and freedom meant nothing compared to the health of the victims.
He jumped up onto a taxi parked along the curb, and hopscotched across cars until he made it to the slow-going EMTs. "Some people just don't know how to drive, you know?"
Sharon's eyes widened just a tad as she recognized one of the other mansion dwelling vigilantes. "Not always." She replied. "What can you tell us about the situation there, Spider-Man?" She ignored her preceptor's slightly startled look as she addressed the vigilante without any qualms. Other sirens sounded in the background as well and chatter about other services approaching sounded muted from the radio.
"You're not going to get this through," he informed them, tapping the ambulance. The woman looked familiar, and she seemed to recognize him, too. A mansionite probably? He needed a flowchart to keep it all straight. Her partner, though, looked a little perturbed. He tried his best to look non-threatening, which made no difference at all when you're wearing a full-body stocking. "You're gonna have to go on foot. Or by web. I can take you there quicker. I don't sting or bite, promise."
"Ryan?" Sharon glanced over her preceptor. "If we are never gonna get through here...? And even with the others coming..."
The grizzly man gave her a sharp nod. "If you want, go. God knows that you know what you're doing with a trauma situation. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Sharon nodded back. "Let me get some of my gear from the back." She added towards Spider-Man.
Miles nodded and waited for Sharon to come to him with her equipment. "I promise I'm doing this only as a hero y no como un manioso." He lifted her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing, though it provided an amusing sight given he stood nearly half a foot shorter than this Amazon. With a short running start, he leaped into the air and hopscotched his way back across the traffic jam to the first wreck he could see, where a minivan had T-boned a sedan trying to escape the criminal's path.
"Thanks." Sharon replied absentmindedly as she regained her footing and made her way to the sedan. "I can use an extra pair of hands if you don't mind holding stuff." She was already removing a c-spine collar from her supplies, knowing the risks of head and neck injuries in T-bone accidents.
"Should've taken that sports medicine elective, after all," Miles lamented, but he did as instructed, anyway. His mother worked in a hospital, and even though she had a desk job, he had seen medical staff do their godlike work often, and he was never not impressed. It was no different with Sharon, as she assessed the situation and made swift work of her patients.
"Damn... can't get away here." Sharon muttered, then looked up as various vehicles arrived on the scene. "There is the cavalry. You wanna stay here or fade in the shadow?" She directed her question to Miles.
He looked up, spotting the other emergency vehicles slowly approach while spectators milled about obliviously. He was not a fan of the police, nor they of him, but he couldn't just leave when lives were at stake. And they couldn't be stupid enough to try to apprehend him when the chase aftermath was a priority.
"No, let me stay and help you. I can get people back to the ambulance or to the hospital or wherever."
"Good for me. Two things... can you find my partner and let the fire folks know we need to cut someone out of the car? I need to keep stabilizing his neck." Sharon explained, still leaning awkwardly into the car.
"On it." Miles dashed the couple of blocks back to the ambulance to relay Sharon's message just as the fire truck pulled up behind them. They weren't going to get anywhere quickly. Not unless Miles made a path for them. Silently hoping insurance covered acts of superhero, he went to the nearest car and started pushing it out of the way. The driver had thankfully not left on the parking brake, so he slowly rolled it down the street and up onto the curb, allowing the fire truck to progress a little further. Not too far, but enough that a pair of firemen hopped out of the truck, carrying the Jaws of Life and making a beeline for Sharon.
Sharon leaned back a leaned back a little so she could at least address the closed fireman. "Looks like there is a chance for spinal damage. Roof's gonna come of, I think."
While Sharon and the fireman worked on the one car, Miles went to another crowd of people nearby. Mostly bruised or whiplashed, a couple holding their arms in pain, so he assumed they were broken bones. Not much he could do there.
***
After all the run forms had been complete and the ambulance restocked, Sharon and Ryan once more headed out. The head wound they'd been called out to see to turned out to be nothing and the patient signed a release form.
Close to where the larger incident had been, Sharon pulled up to the curb. "Want some coffee?"
"Did someone say donuts?" Spider-Man's upside-down face appeared on the other side of the windshield. He lowered himself a bit further and held out a small, rectangular box. "Para ustedes."
Ryan startled, banging the back of his head. Sharon though leaned over and took the box. "Thanks. We can use some of this." Opening the box, she handed one to Ryan, then offered it to masked vigilante. "Want one too? Best if you'd stop popping up like this though."
Miles scuttled over to the side of the ambulance to reach through the window and pluck a cream-filled donut from the box. Still hanging upside-down, he raised his mask to his nose so he could take a bite. "That shop over on 6th gave me these as a thank you," he informed them. "And what's wrong with my entrance style?"
"You tend to scare the bejesus out of people when you pop up like that." Sharon stated drily, having picked out a donut of her own.
"Do you know each other?" Sharon's preceptor finally spoke up. "You seem awfully chummy with a masked vigilante."
"It's because I bring free donuts," Miles deflected. "Sometimes I get tacos. There's that truck that's always in Hell's Kitchen, they make the best carnitas. Paco always gives me one."
Sharon rolled her eyes at the still upside down hanging Spider-Man outside the window. "We've met once when I was patching someone he helped out." She quickly improvised. "And he is not the first vigilante I've run into."
"Oh, word, who else? You know Spidey Uno? He does not bring people sugar pastry gifts, though. Always off to the next crisis, can't ever take a sec, comprendes?"
"Some horned guy. He helped take down some idiots who were harassing a waitress." Sharon bit into her donut, enjoying the sweet jam filling. "So... is there anything else we can do for you?"
Miles reached in to take another donut from the box, plucking a chocolate-frosted one before Ryan could take it. He winked behind his mask. "I guess not. I should probably get going, there's more crime to stop and people to save, and whatnot."
"Three X-Ray." The radio suddenly crackled. Sharon moved to start the ambulance, while Ryan took the the radio to reply. "Time to go. Good luck, Spider-Man." Sharon nodded, shifting into reverse.
"Buena suerte." Miles hopped off the vehicle before it pulled away and then, after casually finishing the rest of his well-earned treat, lifted himself into the air again with a web line.
The laughter and cries of excitement from patrons leaving bars and theaters and clubs on this lovely summer night turned to yelps and howls of pain without warning. An unmarked van sped down the street, pedestrians barely avoiding being flattened and several other cars swerving and crashing into each other to avoid a more disastrous end under the speeding vehicle. Pursuing the van, and black-clad figure swung on ropes through the air. Miles had caught them fleeing a bank robbery. It was hard to believe that people still thought it was a good idea to do that anymore. Didn't they know New York has under superhero protection?
Miles shot a web when he got close enough and flung himself onto the roof. Leaning over the passenger side, he smashed his fist through the window and poked his head in. "Ay, mira, fun time's over." He wasn't sure quite what type of gun the driver raised, but he didn't need his spider-sense to know to get out of the way before it started firing. He got back up onto the roof to avoid losing his brains, rolled over to the other side, and dove into the driver's side feet-first, kicking out the window and the driver.
"Okay, now where's the parking brake on this thing?" he wondered, sitting on the unconscious driver's lap as he tried to take control of the van as it careened down the street. He slammed a foot on the brake, nearly kicking through the floorboard, but managed to squeak the van to a stop just inches in front of a crowded restaurant patio. "And Dad was worried about my driving."
A few streets further Sharon was just biting into her donut when the radio sprang to live. "Three X-Ray." Luckily her partner and preceptor reached out and keyed the mike. "Three X-Ray here, go ahead." She had just swallowed when more information came: "Multiple MVA's. Possible Class David. One on one."
"Three X-Ray, 10-63." The directions appeared on the screen as Sharon hit the sirens. Class David... possibly meaning over ten victims... "Sorry, Ryan, just going over something in my head." She replied after her partner had called her name. "How long till we are there?"
"As soon as we through that..." Her partner nodded towards the traffic jam up head. "Should only be a few minutes."
Normally, Miles would be gone by then, unwilling to accept the admiration from onlookers while also dodging arrest when the cops showed up, But after webbing the driver (and his two partners, who had been cowering in the back in the hopes they would be ignored and could escape), he turned around to see the carnage left in his wake. He heard the sirens wailing, but it would take forever for the ambulance to get close enough. The risk to his own safety and freedom meant nothing compared to the health of the victims.
He jumped up onto a taxi parked along the curb, and hopscotched across cars until he made it to the slow-going EMTs. "Some people just don't know how to drive, you know?"
Sharon's eyes widened just a tad as she recognized one of the other mansion dwelling vigilantes. "Not always." She replied. "What can you tell us about the situation there, Spider-Man?" She ignored her preceptor's slightly startled look as she addressed the vigilante without any qualms. Other sirens sounded in the background as well and chatter about other services approaching sounded muted from the radio.
"You're not going to get this through," he informed them, tapping the ambulance. The woman looked familiar, and she seemed to recognize him, too. A mansionite probably? He needed a flowchart to keep it all straight. Her partner, though, looked a little perturbed. He tried his best to look non-threatening, which made no difference at all when you're wearing a full-body stocking. "You're gonna have to go on foot. Or by web. I can take you there quicker. I don't sting or bite, promise."
"Ryan?" Sharon glanced over her preceptor. "If we are never gonna get through here...? And even with the others coming..."
The grizzly man gave her a sharp nod. "If you want, go. God knows that you know what you're doing with a trauma situation. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Sharon nodded back. "Let me get some of my gear from the back." She added towards Spider-Man.
Miles nodded and waited for Sharon to come to him with her equipment. "I promise I'm doing this only as a hero y no como un manioso." He lifted her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing, though it provided an amusing sight given he stood nearly half a foot shorter than this Amazon. With a short running start, he leaped into the air and hopscotched his way back across the traffic jam to the first wreck he could see, where a minivan had T-boned a sedan trying to escape the criminal's path.
"Thanks." Sharon replied absentmindedly as she regained her footing and made her way to the sedan. "I can use an extra pair of hands if you don't mind holding stuff." She was already removing a c-spine collar from her supplies, knowing the risks of head and neck injuries in T-bone accidents.
"Should've taken that sports medicine elective, after all," Miles lamented, but he did as instructed, anyway. His mother worked in a hospital, and even though she had a desk job, he had seen medical staff do their godlike work often, and he was never not impressed. It was no different with Sharon, as she assessed the situation and made swift work of her patients.
"Damn... can't get away here." Sharon muttered, then looked up as various vehicles arrived on the scene. "There is the cavalry. You wanna stay here or fade in the shadow?" She directed her question to Miles.
He looked up, spotting the other emergency vehicles slowly approach while spectators milled about obliviously. He was not a fan of the police, nor they of him, but he couldn't just leave when lives were at stake. And they couldn't be stupid enough to try to apprehend him when the chase aftermath was a priority.
"No, let me stay and help you. I can get people back to the ambulance or to the hospital or wherever."
"Good for me. Two things... can you find my partner and let the fire folks know we need to cut someone out of the car? I need to keep stabilizing his neck." Sharon explained, still leaning awkwardly into the car.
"On it." Miles dashed the couple of blocks back to the ambulance to relay Sharon's message just as the fire truck pulled up behind them. They weren't going to get anywhere quickly. Not unless Miles made a path for them. Silently hoping insurance covered acts of superhero, he went to the nearest car and started pushing it out of the way. The driver had thankfully not left on the parking brake, so he slowly rolled it down the street and up onto the curb, allowing the fire truck to progress a little further. Not too far, but enough that a pair of firemen hopped out of the truck, carrying the Jaws of Life and making a beeline for Sharon.
Sharon leaned back a leaned back a little so she could at least address the closed fireman. "Looks like there is a chance for spinal damage. Roof's gonna come of, I think."
While Sharon and the fireman worked on the one car, Miles went to another crowd of people nearby. Mostly bruised or whiplashed, a couple holding their arms in pain, so he assumed they were broken bones. Not much he could do there.
***
After all the run forms had been complete and the ambulance restocked, Sharon and Ryan once more headed out. The head wound they'd been called out to see to turned out to be nothing and the patient signed a release form.
Close to where the larger incident had been, Sharon pulled up to the curb. "Want some coffee?"
"Did someone say donuts?" Spider-Man's upside-down face appeared on the other side of the windshield. He lowered himself a bit further and held out a small, rectangular box. "Para ustedes."
Ryan startled, banging the back of his head. Sharon though leaned over and took the box. "Thanks. We can use some of this." Opening the box, she handed one to Ryan, then offered it to masked vigilante. "Want one too? Best if you'd stop popping up like this though."
Miles scuttled over to the side of the ambulance to reach through the window and pluck a cream-filled donut from the box. Still hanging upside-down, he raised his mask to his nose so he could take a bite. "That shop over on 6th gave me these as a thank you," he informed them. "And what's wrong with my entrance style?"
"You tend to scare the bejesus out of people when you pop up like that." Sharon stated drily, having picked out a donut of her own.
"Do you know each other?" Sharon's preceptor finally spoke up. "You seem awfully chummy with a masked vigilante."
"It's because I bring free donuts," Miles deflected. "Sometimes I get tacos. There's that truck that's always in Hell's Kitchen, they make the best carnitas. Paco always gives me one."
Sharon rolled her eyes at the still upside down hanging Spider-Man outside the window. "We've met once when I was patching someone he helped out." She quickly improvised. "And he is not the first vigilante I've run into."
"Oh, word, who else? You know Spidey Uno? He does not bring people sugar pastry gifts, though. Always off to the next crisis, can't ever take a sec, comprendes?"
"Some horned guy. He helped take down some idiots who were harassing a waitress." Sharon bit into her donut, enjoying the sweet jam filling. "So... is there anything else we can do for you?"
Miles reached in to take another donut from the box, plucking a chocolate-frosted one before Ryan could take it. He winked behind his mask. "I guess not. I should probably get going, there's more crime to stop and people to save, and whatnot."
"Three X-Ray." The radio suddenly crackled. Sharon moved to start the ambulance, while Ryan took the the radio to reply. "Time to go. Good luck, Spider-Man." Sharon nodded, shifting into reverse.
"Buena suerte." Miles hopped off the vehicle before it pulled away and then, after casually finishing the rest of his well-earned treat, lifted himself into the air again with a web line.
