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Mar. 14th, 2008 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guppy_sandhuWell, Will had advised against it. But Guppy wasn't entirely sure he knew what he was talking about. Speed dating wasn't invented in Will's time, after all.
What did he have to lose? Except dignity, self respect. It can't be much worse than last time he tried this and ended up taking an eighty-four year old lady to the pub out of sympathy.
Table number one looks promising as he sits down. Not too much like a glamour model.
He opens his mouth to speak...
And then his phone rings. The girl rolls her eyes and walks off. It's work, no surprises there. Apologetic shrug, he picks up his coat and heads back out.
As he steps out of the door, there is a loud explosion from down the road. He flicks his phone out and calls work back.
"Holly?" he begins to jog towards the sound "I'm a hundred yards from the incident, I'm going over to see what's needed and I'll hitch a ride on an ambulance back okay?"
He's assessing the scene when he gets there, checking that whatever exploded is being dealt with. Emergency services are only just arriving.
"Dix, where do you want me?" He calls to a paramedic. The woman looks up.
"Boy am I glad to see you. We've got a couple in a bad way, Jeff and I are doing what we can with these two until backup arrives, there's a young woman with dark green streaks in her hair working on the third, probably going to need intubating."
Guppy climbs over the wreckage towards the woman and patient. She's holding the fallen man's hand, applying pressure to a large wound and talking to him.
"I'm Guppy, I'm a doctor." Guppy checks the man's vital signs.
"Frogspawn, physiotherapist passing by. Patient's name is Gary, GCS was fourteen on arrival, now dropped to twelve. Penetrating wound to arm, increasing breathing difficulties from smoke inhalation."
Guppy glances at her, impressed. She knows more than most physiotherapists would in this sort of situation. Together they move, tending to the worst of the casualties as more help arrives.
***
"'scuse me?"
Guppy looks around as he puts his coat on. It's been another long few hours tending with the semi-major incident.
"Oh, hey." he smiles. "You were great out there, given how much training you've got in emergency stuff."
The young woman grins, a little shyly. "Thanks. I was just wondering if you could vouch for me having helped out? I'm four hours late for work and my boss said if I turn up late without a good excuse again I'm totally fired. Don't suppose you could write me a note or something?"
"Sure." Guppy gets a notepad out of his pocket, then hesitates.
"I'm guessing you don't want me to put 'Frogspawn'?"
"Oh, yeah, it's Felicity Osbourne." Frogspawn leans over his shoulder. "Sorry, I know this is kinda schooly."
"It's okay, bosses can be a pain." Guppy signs his name at the bottom.
"Don't suppose I could get your phone number in case he doesn't believe me?"
Guppy nods and scribbles it down on the bottom of the note, then passes it up to her.
"Thanks. You're the guy who's starting up on Crombie soon aren't you? I do physio for some of the patients up there, so maybe I'll see you around."
"Um, yeah, that's me." Guppy smiles. "See you around."
It doesn't occur to Guppy, as he gets his coat and heads off home, that he managed to end his evening of planned speed dating by giving a girl his phone number.
What did he have to lose? Except dignity, self respect. It can't be much worse than last time he tried this and ended up taking an eighty-four year old lady to the pub out of sympathy.
Table number one looks promising as he sits down. Not too much like a glamour model.
He opens his mouth to speak...
And then his phone rings. The girl rolls her eyes and walks off. It's work, no surprises there. Apologetic shrug, he picks up his coat and heads back out.
As he steps out of the door, there is a loud explosion from down the road. He flicks his phone out and calls work back.
"Holly?" he begins to jog towards the sound "I'm a hundred yards from the incident, I'm going over to see what's needed and I'll hitch a ride on an ambulance back okay?"
He's assessing the scene when he gets there, checking that whatever exploded is being dealt with. Emergency services are only just arriving.
"Dix, where do you want me?" He calls to a paramedic. The woman looks up.
"Boy am I glad to see you. We've got a couple in a bad way, Jeff and I are doing what we can with these two until backup arrives, there's a young woman with dark green streaks in her hair working on the third, probably going to need intubating."
Guppy climbs over the wreckage towards the woman and patient. She's holding the fallen man's hand, applying pressure to a large wound and talking to him.
"I'm Guppy, I'm a doctor." Guppy checks the man's vital signs.
"Frogspawn, physiotherapist passing by. Patient's name is Gary, GCS was fourteen on arrival, now dropped to twelve. Penetrating wound to arm, increasing breathing difficulties from smoke inhalation."
Guppy glances at her, impressed. She knows more than most physiotherapists would in this sort of situation. Together they move, tending to the worst of the casualties as more help arrives.
***
"'scuse me?"
Guppy looks around as he puts his coat on. It's been another long few hours tending with the semi-major incident.
"Oh, hey." he smiles. "You were great out there, given how much training you've got in emergency stuff."
The young woman grins, a little shyly. "Thanks. I was just wondering if you could vouch for me having helped out? I'm four hours late for work and my boss said if I turn up late without a good excuse again I'm totally fired. Don't suppose you could write me a note or something?"
"Sure." Guppy gets a notepad out of his pocket, then hesitates.
"I'm guessing you don't want me to put 'Frogspawn'?"
"Oh, yeah, it's Felicity Osbourne." Frogspawn leans over his shoulder. "Sorry, I know this is kinda schooly."
"It's okay, bosses can be a pain." Guppy signs his name at the bottom.
"Don't suppose I could get your phone number in case he doesn't believe me?"
Guppy nods and scribbles it down on the bottom of the note, then passes it up to her.
"Thanks. You're the guy who's starting up on Crombie soon aren't you? I do physio for some of the patients up there, so maybe I'll see you around."
"Um, yeah, that's me." Guppy smiles. "See you around."
It doesn't occur to Guppy, as he gets his coat and heads off home, that he managed to end his evening of planned speed dating by giving a girl his phone number.
