All the World’s a Stage…

Scene 1

(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.)

Scene 2

(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
(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)

LT. MORSE

Fire department. What’s going on?

MARGARET

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!

LT MORSE

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

(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!

MARGARET

Is that bad?

LT. MORSE

Is he diabetic?

MARGARET

Why, yes, yes he is, but he takes his medication every day!

LT. MORSE

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.)

BRIAN

I’ve got the D-50 ready.

RENATO

IV’s good.

FIREFIGHTER 1

Blood pressure 167 over 100, heart rate 120

BRIAN

D-50 going in.

MARGARET

Oh my god, is he going to be okay?

LT. MORSE

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.)

HARVEY

Where am I? What happened?)

MARGARET

Oh thank god! Harvey, I thought you were gone!

HARVEY

I felt dizzy, then can’t remember. Who are these guys?

MARGARET

I called 911 and these people showed up.

LT MORSE

Looks like you had a diabetic emergency Harv. You’re glucose level dropped to seventeen!

HARV

That’s never happened before.

MARGARET

I hope it never happens again!

(The firefighters clean up the stage, take their equipment with them and exit stage left.)

LT. MORSE

You really should go to the hospital Harv.

HARV

I’ve got an appointment in the morning with my doctor, I’ll be fine.

LT. MORSE

Keep an aye on him, okay Margaret?

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.)

 

The End

7 Comments

  • Lynda M O says:

    You will always be my heroes, EMS.

  • How do you do it? Find a different way each time to convey your stories! Just brilliant 🙂 

  • michael says:

    Thanks, IM, I was hoping people would get it, it was a little strange, reminiscent of, "And now for something completely different!"

  • Al says:

    Nice one, I like the sherlock homes style too.

  • Pat Blackman'Grandma Muggle says:

    I like the way  you wrote this one up Michael!  Good job both in the writing and in the treatment of your charges.
    I know how Margaret felt as I have been in a similar situation and the best feeling in the world is hearing the siren and then seeing you people show  up.  That's when  you know that everything possible will be done to help the man you love.  I know that your job is not easy by any means and that you folks don't always get the appreciation you deserve.  You don't even ask for appreciation but a little common courtesy would be great right? 
    Most of the big mouths and nay sayers in this world know not of what they speak.  Nor would any of them be capable of doing what you folks do.  They also blame the wrong people for the financial problems of this city.  The real culpret in now in Wahington, DC God and all the angels help us!!!
    Mean while Mike and all you other first responders reading this, know that all of the Margarets and Harvs in the world thank heaven for each of you even if their names are Pat and Rick.  Thanks for all you do.  Be well and stay safe.  Love, Pat.

  • mike says:

    miss you mike

  • Curt Varone says:

    Excuse me Lieutenant
    Shouldn't there be an Epilogue about a signed (not to mentioned informed) refusal of aid?
    Anyway – Nice job!

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