“Okay. If I
could have everyone’s attention for a minute.”
The Red Cross worker standing at the front of the room clapped her hands,
bringing silence to the assembled group of people. “Okay. Firstly, thank you again for all agreeing to take part in these
exercises. I know they can seem silly, but drills like this can and do
save lives.”
Her eyes travelled over the
colourful Spectrum Captains, with the confidence of someone who does at least
think they know what they’re doing.
“Secondly, I’ll just run through
the scenario again. At 0700hrs, an all points emergency
warning was issued here at the Peterway Central
Hospital. Ambulance, fire crews and the military responded, as per procedure,
but the situation worsened and at,” she glanced at the watch pinned to her
chest, “09.30hrs, the decision was taken to request assistance from Spectrum.”
She continued to stare around.
“That’s all I’m allowed to tell you, as it is felt that this is all you would
know on approaching a real-life situation. You will be interacting with members
of staff at the Peterway Hospital and our own Red
Cross volunteers, who are playing casualties, bystanders and other essential
roles. I warn you, they have been briefed to be as difficult and uncooperative
as possible. They will be playing their parts well, but of course there’s always
the risk that something could go wrong. So if you hear the phrase “No duff”,
that means that what you are doing is genuinely hurting the volunteer, so please
stop it. If you hear it over the radio, that
means that we have a real casualty. The exercise will continue, but that
casualty will of course be our priority. Equally, if you hear the phrase “No
duff, Code Red,” that means the exercise is terminated as we have a real
emergency on our hands.” She smiled. “I know, I know… I’m preaching to the choir here and you’ve all
done this before, but it never hurts to run through it again.”
“Unless it
creates an unrealistic delay that could cost lives.” The Chicago accent of Captain Brown broke
the tension, causing most of the other Spectrum captains to roll their eyes.
“Touché, Captain.” The Red Cross worker smiled.
“Alright, you’ve been given your teams, and bearing in mind what the good
captain said, I won’t detain you any further. You may now put on your headsets.”
“Finally!” Blue muttered to Scarlet who
couldn’t hide a smile.
They’d arrived at
Peterway
Hospital early that morning, a frost still making the ground slippery as they
were guided into the small hospital gym where the exercise was being
Co-ordinated. They all understood how vital these drills were, to prepare the
local emergency services and to foster better relationships between Spectrum and
the local agencies, but the waiting around was trying.
“Could be worse,” Scarlet
observed, philosophically.
“The colonel’s back up plan to keep us
off Skybase during Halloween was a seminar on note-taking skills.”
Ever since Scarlet’s first
retrometabolisation, Halloween had acquired a greater jinx reputation
around Spectrum than for most people. While Doctor Gold had proven
scientifically that threats, including those from the Mysterons, were no worse
at Halloween than any other time of the year, he was forced to admit that they
did tend to be more unusual. As Scarlet was almost certainly involved in these
unusual threats Colonel White usually took him and Blue out of field rotation
and assigned them to training or other duties on 31ST October.
Blue looked appropriately
horrified. “You’re joking.”
Scarlet shook his head. “That’s
what Green told me.” He placed the small white circular communication device in
his left ear and almost immediately drew it out with a yell.
“Are you okay, Scarlet?” Captain Brown was standing
beside them. As Spectrum’s chief liaison officer, co-ordinating the exercise was
his job.
“Yeah, just
static.” Scarlet glanced ruefully at the
small headset in his hand. “Working with Spectrum, you forget that other
organisations don’t have the same state-of-the-art stuff.”
“I suppose. I’ll just be glad when
this is over,” Brown sighed. He glanced
around uneasily. “I hate this place.
Bad memories.”
“Bad memories?” Scarlet couldn’t help but look
confused.
Brown nodded.
“The Peterway bombing.”
Both Scarlet and Blue winced. The Peterway Hospital bombing had taken place early in the
Terrorism War. Two bombs had been
hidden in the hospital incinerator. The first explosion was assumed to be the
incinerator blowing up and as a result, only the local emergency services were
called. Miscommunications between the police, fire and ambulance services had
left non urgent casualties in place. In the aftermath of the second explosion,
which had also ruptured a gas main, many of them had been forgotten about in the
chaos. Twelve people had died unnecessarily. It was one of the things that led
to drills like these being carried out.
“I was one of the first on the
scene,” Brown sighed. “Guess they figured an ex FBI agent could handle it, but…”
He shook his head. “It was hell. So
unnecessary.”
He touched his earpiece as Scarlet
replaced his.
“There’s the call. You two take
the second floor.”
“Right.”
They moved forward, heading up the
old wide staircase. The building was in darkness, simulating, Scarlet supposed,
the power cut that would be expected in the event of most emergency situations.
He signalled to Blue and they both lowered the night vision screens on their
caps.
Through the visors, the
white-washed walls of the empty corridor ahead glowed with a ghostly grey-green
tinge.
“HELP!”
The sudden desperate cry from
nowhere made both men start in surprise. “Hello?” he called out.
He noticed Blue looking at him
strangely.
“Help!” The cry was repeated, but less
loudly, so that it didn’t echo around the corridor as much. Scarlet moved
quickly in the direction he thought the voice was coming from, not bothering to look over his
shoulder to see if Blue was following him.
He paused at an open doorway.
Dust, probably talc, he thought,
that was what the Red Cross usually used to simulate plaster dust, filled the
air. Peering through the fog, he could see a
figure, also covered in the dust-talc.
A girl, maybe eighteen or
nineteen, lay in the middle of the floor, surrounded by debris. Even under the
dust, her face appeared pale.
“Help!” She cried again.
Scarlet looked
around, making a rough survey of the situation. The girl was trapped, half her leg caught
under a pile of rubble. There was a second, larger pile next to her, under which
another casualty might be hidden. But there was nothing he could do if there
was. The rubble looked too big for him to shift on his own and there was no sign
of Blue.
“Easy.” He stepped carefully over
the debris to kneel down beside her. “I’m here.”
Hazel eyes stared up at him,
unfocused. Her face was chalk-white and when he reached out to touch her arm, it
felt cold and clammy.
Shock, he thought, marvelling at
the skill of the Red Cross Casualty makeup artists. He’d seen victims of shock
when he was with the special forces, and he could
almost believe this girl’s condition was genuine.
“My name’s Captain Scarlet. What’s
yours?”
“Carly.” She licked her lips.
“Carly Simmons. I’m cold.”
Scarlet wished he had a blanket or
something in his back-pack, but aside from a very basic first aid kit, there was
nothing like that.
“Can you tell me what happened,
Carly?”
“There was a big bang. People
started running.” Carly shook her head. “Someone knocked into me. I fell down
and the laundry rack up turned on me. I couldn’t move it.”
Scarlet nodded in what he hoped
was a reassuring manner.
“How long have you been here?”
She shook her head again. “I don’t
know. A long time, I think. Eric… Eric
said he was going to get help. That he’d come back. But he hasn’t.” She looked
at him, her eyes suddenly focused.
“You’ll remind him, won’t, you Captain Scarlet? Remind him that he promised to
come back.” Her eyes almost seemed to bore into him. “You have to tell him.”
“When
I see him, I will,” Scarlet replied with a smile. “But right now, I’m not going
anywhere.”
Carly smiled tiredly. “Yes, you
are, Captain. You’re going as we speak.” She paused, and then said softly: “It’s
strange. There was always a bright light with the others.”
“In and out, Captain. That’s
right, in and out.”
There was a bright light shining
in Scarlet’s eyes and a black face peered cheerily down at him. White teeth flashed in a smile as
he managed to focus on the face.
“That’s better. Just keep
breathing like that. It’s okay.”
The room was clearer now, and he
recognised it as part of the gym. A white screen had been pulled around the
bench on which he was sitting. There was something pressed on his face and it
took him a moment to identify it as an oxygen mask.
The black woman, dressed in a Red
Cross uniform, but with ‘Nurse’ written across her chest, smiled at him.
“That’s better. You gave us quite
a scare there, Captain.”
He moved the mask a little away
from his face and asked, “What happened?”
She smiled. “Just keep the mask on
for a little bit longer, okay? Just ‘til the doctor gets
back.” She got to her feet and carefully pressed some buttons, reducing
the flow of oxygen so that it felt less like his nostrils were under attack. “You had a panic attack, Captain Scarlet.
It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Happens to all us from time to
time.” He noticed the pin on her collar, a small dove that the Red Cross
had issued to its members who’d been overseas in the Terrorism wars. “Just going
to check your vitals, okay?”
She didn’t give him the
opportunity to reply, clamping a small Oxypulse
monitor over his index finger. “Blood oxygen 98%.
That’s a bit better.”
The remark was also addressed to
the man who came around the screen with Captain Blue. His face was grim, but Blue seemed relieved.
“Indeed.” The doctor had come
closer and Scarlet could now read the name badge attached to his coat. Doctor
Eric Ket. “Good enough that I think Captain Scarlet could come
off the oxygen now.”
“If you think it
best, Doctor.”
Scarlet let the mask come away
from his face. “Did the volunteer call you?”
The nurse frowned.
“Your partner, Captain Blue?” She glanced at Blue, who nodded to confirm
his identity. “He called in the situation and brought you here.” She smiled.
“You could have swapped names when you first arrived here, Captain. I haven’t
seen anyone that blue with cyanosis in a long time. I’d have thought you’d being
suffocated if your partner hadn’t explained it had happened before –”
“There’s
no need to distress the captain, Caroline.” The doctor’s voice was harsh in
censure. “I think you can leave him with me now, you and Captain Blue can return
to the scenario.”
Neither looked happy with the
suggestion, but both obeyed. As they were reaching the door, Scarlet called
after them, “You’d better let Carly know I’m alright.
Must have given her quite a scare.”
“Carly?” The nurse repeated.
Scarlet saw Doctor
Ket
sank into a chair, his face suddenly white.
“Yes.” Scarlet paused. “She said
her name was Carly Simmons, I know you usually like volunteers to use
their own names…”
Blue frowned. “Wasn’t that the
name of one of the bomb victims? I think I remember Brown being summoned to give
evidence when the inquest was reopened.”
The nurse’s face was grim.
“Captain, I have to tell you there were no volunteers on the floor where you
collapsed and if there had been, I assure you none of them were called
Carly
Simmons.” She shook her head. “You suffered a panic attack, Captain. The loss of
oxygen can cause strange symptoms, including hallucinations. I am going to be
generous and assume that’s what happened in this case.”
She stalked out of the room in a
flurry of red and grey. Blue shrugged and followed her.
Eric Ket
was still sitting in the chair.
“There was nothing I could do, he
muttered to himself more than to Scarlet. “The rubble had trapped her. If I’d pulled her free when I found her,
she’d have died of toxic shock.” He lifted his head to stare at Scarlet. “She
didn’t mean to hurt you. Or any of the patients in there.
She was just a kid. How could she…?”
“I don’t understand.”
Eric stared at Scarlet with
unfocused eyes. “Carly Simmons was trapped by falling rubble in the initial
blast. By the time I found her, it was over fifteen minutes after the first
explosion. Any efforts to free her without proper medical assistance would have
made the situation worse, possibly even killed her as the toxins built up in the
trapped limb would have been released to the rest of the body. I was just a
junior houseman back then. I elected to stay with her, while some of the police
assisting the evacuation went to get help.” He paused. “What happened next isn’t
clear, but… just no one turned up.” He sighed. “We sat there together. Carly was
getting worse, she was going into shock. The autopsy later revealed a
complicated fracture of the ankle and tibia. While I couldn’t see it, she was
bleeding to death while we waited. Eventually I couldn’t bear it. I went to get
help, I swore to her I’d be back, but… None of us knew about the gas leak. That
the air was becoming steadily more toxic. I passed out as I was walking down the
stairs. And Carly… poor Carly.” He looked at Scarlet
like a desperate man. “No one knew she was there. The area had already been
reported as cleared. I was lucky they found me. But Carly…
She must have felt so scared and alone.” He swallowed. “It was three days later
that they finally reached her. She was just lying there, still buried in the
rubble. Autopsy gave the cause of death as asphyxia.”
“The coroner ruled unlawful death
at the second inquest,” Scarlet said, details of the incident Blue had mentioned
coming back to him. “Because if Carly had received medical aid as soon as you
found her, or within a reasonable period, she would have survived.”
Eric nodded. “Seven years of
fighting for justice. I hope it was
some comfort to her family.” He shook his head. “It changed things here too. Not
just the drills. Patients in that room would suddenly worsen, become unable to
breathe. We lost two and eventually the room was taken out of use.” He swallowed
again. “She was just a child and she was so alone, so afraid. She didn’t mean,
she couldn’t have meant to hurt anyone. She just…didn’t want to be alone, didn’t
want to be scared anymore”
“She asked me to tell you, to
remind you, that you promised you’d come back,” Scarlet said, uncertainly.
Eric Ket
smiled. It made him look much older.
“Then I’d better do so.” He
paused, his manner suddenly becoming more professional. “I’ll arrange for your
transport back to Skybase, Captain. You’ll probably have to speak to your
counsellors.” He smiled again, a tortured farce of a grin. “Doctors don’t tend
to believe in ghosts, after all.”
It was a year before Scarlet heard
the truth about what happened to Doctor Ket. Brown and
Indigo were planning another drill at Peterway Central
Hospital and Scarlet was sitting at the next table in the canteen as they
confirmed the final details.
“I’m surprised they want us back
again under the circumstances, muttered Indigo. “Doctor Ket’s
suicide didn’t exactly enhance our reputation in the eyes of the Hospital.”
“It was hardly our fault,” Brown
observed, finishing his coffee. “The doctor had PTSD and depression. He could
have done it at any moment.”
“But he didn’t,” Indigo pointed
out. “He hanged himself a week after the
exercise.
In the room where Scarlett had his attack.”
Brown shrugged. “Eric
Ket
was greatly affected by what he saw in the Peterway
Hospital bombing,” he said firmly. “He’d been fighting the nightmares for years
and eventually it got too much for him. That’s what the coroner said.” He
smiled, sadly. “Anything else is just crazy talk.”
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