ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Doug wasn’t sure what was going on. Last he remembered was sitting beside a small pool eddying at one side of a creek. His head was hurting and he figured to rest a few and maybe try some aspirin.
Now he was lying in the shade, half naked and his whole left side felt like it was on fire. Someone was trying to get him to sip some water, while someone else was running a belt sander up and down the left side of his ribcage. He was down to underwear and socks, laying on a sleeping bag. His hair was wet and felt a bit funny. He could feel the wind against his scalp. He tried to speak.
“Wwwhatttt….” His mouth was stuck together, dry. His vision was still blurry and painful. He could sense more than see the cup at his lips. He tried to swallow some water. It didn’t work so well. When he gasped at the belt sander scrubbing at his ribs again, some of the water went into his lungs. This set off a coughing fit which caused the pain in his head to spike. He tried to grab his head and hold it together. It felt like it was going to explode.
“Pain….” Was about all he could get out before the ground came back up at him and the blackness swallowed him.
It was after sundown when he next awoke. The only light seemed to come from some moonlight He felt a bit better. There was something in his mouth. He was still lying on a sleeping bag, he was still mostly undressed, but he had a blanket over him. There was something warm against his back. He wasn’t sure what it was though. He tried to assess his situation. He lay there listening and trying to feel his surroundings better. He realized the warm thing he was leaning against was moving slightly. It was breathing. He also smelled something. It took a moment or two to place it. It was lavender. He tried to speak softly. All that came out was a croak, but it was enough to attract the attention of someone else. An apparition appeared in his vision.
What appeared to be a small framed female was instantly near him, their faces only two or three hand spans apart. She was speaking softly to him.
“Sir, lay still. We found you passed out down by the water. You were severely dehydrated. We got some fluid into you and cleaned up the burns you have down the side of your body. The burns were drawing the fluid out of you faster than you were putting it in. You also have a pretty big goose egg on the back of your head and had been throwing up. You were also complaining of a lot of pain. I rummaged through your medical gear and found what you were asking for and gave you a lollypop.” She pulled the stick from the corner of his mouth.
Doug could make out the color band on the stick. 800mcg of transmucal Fentanyl would definitely take away the pain.
She gave him some more water to sip. His vision was better, clearer than it had been for a day or two at least. Her face fascinated him in the moonlight. Her loose blond hair was framing her face and the moonlight was bright enough for him to get a decent look at her eyes. Her eyes were enchanting, easily the most interesting ones he had seen in ….well he didn’t know how long. Each eye was two colors; a ring of robin’s egg blue surrounding an inner ring of green. He had seen something about people with each eye a different color before, but not two in each eye. Heterochromia iridum was the term that came to mind. She started talking again, snapping him out of staring. He was embarrassed.
“Sip some water. You’re still dry and I don’t think you want us to resort to what we did before. Sip some water, rest, and in the morning, we can get some food in you and see what else we can do for each other. Don’t move around much, your wounds are wrapped right now and I don’t want you to wake my daughter sleeping behind you keeping you and her both warm. You should stay on your right side to not put pressure on your burns. It will also prevent inadvertent touching of my 14 year old daughter.” At that, he heard her voice change from soft and quiet, to iron, like the almost sub-audible rumble of a growling dog. A big dog. She handed him the water and another ‘lollypop’ and sat back down nearby. Moments later he was asleep again.
Now he was lying in the shade, half naked and his whole left side felt like it was on fire. Someone was trying to get him to sip some water, while someone else was running a belt sander up and down the left side of his ribcage. He was down to underwear and socks, laying on a sleeping bag. His hair was wet and felt a bit funny. He could feel the wind against his scalp. He tried to speak.
“Wwwhatttt….” His mouth was stuck together, dry. His vision was still blurry and painful. He could sense more than see the cup at his lips. He tried to swallow some water. It didn’t work so well. When he gasped at the belt sander scrubbing at his ribs again, some of the water went into his lungs. This set off a coughing fit which caused the pain in his head to spike. He tried to grab his head and hold it together. It felt like it was going to explode.
“Pain….” Was about all he could get out before the ground came back up at him and the blackness swallowed him.
It was after sundown when he next awoke. The only light seemed to come from some moonlight He felt a bit better. There was something in his mouth. He was still lying on a sleeping bag, he was still mostly undressed, but he had a blanket over him. There was something warm against his back. He wasn’t sure what it was though. He tried to assess his situation. He lay there listening and trying to feel his surroundings better. He realized the warm thing he was leaning against was moving slightly. It was breathing. He also smelled something. It took a moment or two to place it. It was lavender. He tried to speak softly. All that came out was a croak, but it was enough to attract the attention of someone else. An apparition appeared in his vision.
What appeared to be a small framed female was instantly near him, their faces only two or three hand spans apart. She was speaking softly to him.
“Sir, lay still. We found you passed out down by the water. You were severely dehydrated. We got some fluid into you and cleaned up the burns you have down the side of your body. The burns were drawing the fluid out of you faster than you were putting it in. You also have a pretty big goose egg on the back of your head and had been throwing up. You were also complaining of a lot of pain. I rummaged through your medical gear and found what you were asking for and gave you a lollypop.” She pulled the stick from the corner of his mouth.
Doug could make out the color band on the stick. 800mcg of transmucal Fentanyl would definitely take away the pain.
She gave him some more water to sip. His vision was better, clearer than it had been for a day or two at least. Her face fascinated him in the moonlight. Her loose blond hair was framing her face and the moonlight was bright enough for him to get a decent look at her eyes. Her eyes were enchanting, easily the most interesting ones he had seen in ….well he didn’t know how long. Each eye was two colors; a ring of robin’s egg blue surrounding an inner ring of green. He had seen something about people with each eye a different color before, but not two in each eye. Heterochromia iridum was the term that came to mind. She started talking again, snapping him out of staring. He was embarrassed.
“Sip some water. You’re still dry and I don’t think you want us to resort to what we did before. Sip some water, rest, and in the morning, we can get some food in you and see what else we can do for each other. Don’t move around much, your wounds are wrapped right now and I don’t want you to wake my daughter sleeping behind you keeping you and her both warm. You should stay on your right side to not put pressure on your burns. It will also prevent inadvertent touching of my 14 year old daughter.” At that, he heard her voice change from soft and quiet, to iron, like the almost sub-audible rumble of a growling dog. A big dog. She handed him the water and another ‘lollypop’ and sat back down nearby. Moments later he was asleep again.
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