Jess and Kyle pulled up to the side of the road, weaving their way past the several fire apparatuses until they were waved down by an Engine parked across half the road, blocking hose running across the nearby lawn. Leaving the ambulance running they stepped out, used to the roar of diesel engines echoing loudly, waiting for the blue helmeted safety officer to approach from the rescue vehicle further up the road.
They had been called to respond to a fire fighter with possible heat exhaustion working to extinguish an abandoned fully involved structure fire. Seeing that the temperatures were in the high 30C's the last few days and humidex bumping it in the 40's it was a bad day to walk, let alone be weighted down with 15-20KG of gear hauling a hose line!
Kyle walked down the side of the ambulance, pulling on his reflective vest before reaching the back doors to pull out the stretcher. Kyle was 190cm in height and build like a slightly rounded brick, the vest stretching to cover his wide rounded shoulders. His hair cut almost to nothing; the bright sun reflected off the sweat already forming on his face.
Jess, his partner, shrugged into her vest easily as she adjusted her glasses before stepping to meet the safety officer. Jess was shorter than Kyle, her black hair pulled back in a hasty ponytail. As she approached the officer she noticed his eyes roam quickly over her tight white top, the vest doing nothing to hide the curve of her chest, let alone the snug tactical pants framing her tight round butt. She gave a crooked half smile at the look, recognizing the officer from dozens of mutual aid calls over the last couple years, before brushing some stray hair back that had stuck to her forehead.
Hearing the clang of Kyle dropping the wheels of the stretcher with their bags, she waited as the officer finished his admiring gaze, smiling slightly.
"Hey, what have you got?"
"Hi. One of our firefighters ended up getting overheated before making her way to rehab," the officer stated. Wearing his bunker gear and helmet she could see the sheen of sweat on the older man's face as he took a breath before continuing.
"Oh, crap. Is she out?" Jess asked concerned as Kyle walked up pulling the stretcher beside him. "We knew you guys were here. Dispatch wanted to send a coverage unit but everyone is blocked at the hospital right now or on calls."
"Ah shit man," Kyle says stopping beside the two, "How's the rest of the crews."
"Good," the officer replied as they step around other vehicles, "Hot as fuck but doing ok otherwise. We have rehab set up over by the apparatus back here" he said waving behind him with a wide awning offering shade to the chairs set up by tables covered in water bottles. "Rehab is busy, but we have a couple medical responders checking the crews as they cycle through."
Turning away as he spoke, the officer started walking up the line, speaking in his radio on the way.
Navigating the hose lines, they wheeled their stretcher under the large awning set up by the rescue vehicle. A row of chairs was lined along the back in the shade, the arm rest of each chair with pockets full of cold water where six firefighters were resting, jackets off and bunker pants pulled down to the top of their boots. Finding a clear spot, they lowered the stretcher to knee height while Jess grabbed her bag with a grunt to step around to the far side where two of the first responders were sitting beside a third slumped in the chair.
Jess recognized the woman right away and dropped the bag at her feet while reaching out to check the pulse on the woman's wrist.
"Hey Amanda, how you feeling honey?"
Amanda brought her head forward and smiled at seeing Jess and Kyle setting up beside her. Amanda had been a volunteer responder for years and had worked on countless calls with Jess and all the local Paramedics. Amanda was a larger, well-built woman with light brown hair that was pushed back damply from her forehead. Her fire department tee shirt clung wetly across her chest, as usual without a bra, so her nipples poked like small tent poles while one of her fellow responders waved a shirt across her for the breeze.
Amanda was well known amongst the crews for showing up on calls letting the girls sway. The woman never showed any notice to the distraction with the other responders and Jess at times figured that while friendly, Amanda never even thought of the effect of the view.
Kyle, ever the boob guy, settled with a smile as he wrapped the blood pressure cuff around Amanda's arm.
"Hi Kyle, hi Jess," Amanda said slightly breathless, "Sorry to have to bring you guys out. I think I got a bit overheated out there. We've been on two other calls before this and just had a weak spell."
"Don't worry about it Amanda, let Jess here check you out," Kyle said as he inflated the cuff. His eyes drifted down to Amanda's breasts and Jess caught the glance between him and the responder still giving Amanda the breeze.
Ducking her head to hide her own smirk, Jess quickly checked Amanda's pulse and breath sounds to make sure there had not been any smoke inhalation. Amanda's skin was looking red and she couldn't tell if the shirt was sticking to her from sweat or her helpful voyeurs.
"Well, tell you what. Your vitals are a bit off but nothing too bad. Breath sounds are fine but I'm going to pull you off this alarm. I can check you out a bit better in the truck but you should be ok to pass on the transport."
"Well," she said hesitantly, "I guess so?"
"Yeah, go get checked out Amanda," the safety officer said walking past, "If Jess here clears you then you can come back but you're not going back on a line for the day."
"Fine," Amanda replied grudgingly leaning forward to stand up.
