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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Krizzel" data-source="post: 665831" data-attributes="member: 9062">Monday, 6:30amPulaski Hospital, West SideThe parking lot was quiet as Linh Tran walked out through the emergency room doors, breath puffing into the frigid air.  It was a much different scene from a few minutes before when she'd driven the ambulance up, sirens screaming, and then the organized chaos of the emergency room itself with doctors and nurses shouting ten different things at once.A man's grandaughter had found him half-dead this morning - apparently he nearly froze to death over the weekend when the heat at the west side housing project where he lived went out.  Luckily she'd been coming to take him for a doctor's appointment, and had found him with literally tens of minutes to spare.  Even at that he was probably going to lose a few fingers and toes."Hey Tran," Mike Gardola, Linh's partner, called as he followed her out a couple minutes later, zipping his dark blue EMT jacket tight.  "The doc' says Mr. Olsen's stable.  He should be okay."  Mike's accent colored him as a Windy City native, and his short, somewhat curly black hair, complete with matching mustache made him look the part in combination with his fair skin.  He had blue eyes - and 'blue' blood too, of a sort.  His father, brother, and grandfather had all been policemen or firemen - or both - and so had Mike, joining up as soon as he got out of high school.  At twenty-five, he seemed to have finally settled on being an EMT, doing that for the last three years, though he still volunteered with Houseton's fire squad in his off time."Let's get some breakfast, huh?" he suggested as he headed for the passenger's door.</blockquote>

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