(Apparatus floor, Fire station. Dim lights illuminate a fire engine and an ambulance. All quiet, two brass poles are illuminated by off stage lighting. Quiet…quiet…quiet…A loud tone blares, the auditorium suddenly illuminated with blinding light, two figures descend from above, sliding the brass poles, then two more, then two more. They scramble for their positions on the trucks. The spotlight follows them, moving quickly as a loudspeaker fills the hall…
“Attention Rescue 1 and Engine 13, respond to 262 Public Street for a possible CVA”
Two overhead doors open, the trucks exit and the doors close. Dim lights illuminate an empty apparatus floor. All quiet, two brass poles are illuminated by off stage lighting. The house lights go off. Quiet…quiet.)
(A man sits on a reclining chair, slumping, leaning to his left side. A television sits in the corner, on but ignored. Evidence of a life well lived surrounds them, open books on the coffee table, an easy chair next to the recliner, family pictures on the walls.)
(Margaret puts the phone down, stands in front of the man, the kneels)
Harv! Harvey! Talk to me Harv! Please! Oh, Harvey, please…
(Margaret paces, walks from the window back to Harv, then to the door, looking out, waiting. Sirens are heard in the distance, low wail, then increasingly louder, and louder. Margaret stops pacing and kneels next to Harv. A loud knock, the storm door opens, a man in uniform enters, followed by five others, filling the stage. The men bring equipment and begin setting it up. Two of the firefighters go directly to Harvey and open their med bag and get busy)
Fire department. What’s going on?
We were watching TV, and I noticed Harvey wasn’t focusing, then he slumped into his hair, and wouldn’t answer me, I think he’s dying!
Nobody dies when I’m working. There’s too much paperwork.
(Lt. Morse holds Margaret’s hand and helps her sit on the chair next to her husband,)
(Renato, one of the firefighters has finished doing a blood glucose test on Harvey, and waits for the result)
His blood glucose is 16! No wonder why he’s not responding!
Is that bad?
Is he diabetic?
Why, yes, yes he is, but he takes his medication every day!
It’s okay, mam. I think we can help.
(The stage is a flurry of activity as Harvey is treated. Two of the firefighters start an IV, another hooks up an oxygen cylinder to Harvey’s face, a forth attached a blood pressure cuff to Harvey’s arm while Margaret watches. The scene is frantic, but controlled.)
I’ve got the D-50 ready.
Blood pressure 167 over 100, heart rate 120
D-50 going in.
Oh my god, is he going to be okay?
We’ll know in a minute.
(The set is quiet for thirty seconds, all movement stopped. Harvey begins to move, slowly at first, then shakes his head and stretches his arms.)
Where am I? What happened?)
Oh thank god! Harvey, I thought you were gone!
I felt dizzy, then can’t remember. Who are these guys?
I called 911 and these people showed up.
Looks like you had a diabetic emergency Harv. You’re glucose level dropped to seventeen!
That’s never happened before.
I hope it never happens again!
(The firefighters clean up the stage, take their equipment with them and exit stage left.)
You really should go to the hospital Harv.
I’ve got an appointment in the morning with my doctor, I’ll be fine.
Keep an aye on him, okay Margaret?
Of course, and thank you!
(Lt. Morse leaves the couple, exiting stage left. Margaret turns the TV off, and helps Harv from his chair as they go to bed. Harvey turns the light switch as he leaves the room. The stage is dark.)