Through trials and tribulations, ex boyfriend's, kids, and a city to save, Olivia Rivera finds it impossible to find love. But when a new face pops up at the 118, she finds out that love, family, and friendships isn't all that hard to juggle with th...
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"LAFD. Step aside, please." Bobby walked ahead of the 118 as they scoured the parking lot of a mall, in order to respond to a call from dispatch regarding a woman's car accidentally rolling back on an elderly woman.
Olivia followed after Buck and Eddie with her medic bag in hand as they tended to the injured blonde woman that was underneath the car. Kneeling beside her, she unzipped the bag and took out the tools to check up on the victim.
"Do any of you have a pen? I've got a partial license plate. Somebody should write it down," the woman groaned, theatrically.
"Don't worry about the license plate, ma'am," Eddie assured. "It's right here on the back of the car."
"Not this car. The car that hit me." Everyone's face instantly turned into a look of confusion at her words.
"Uh, wait, this isn't the car that hit you?" Buck questioned.
"No, this is the car that ran me over. Better be insured."
"Let's just focus on getting you out of here first, ma'am," Olivia attempted to comfort her, although the confusion on her face was all too evident.
"I think there's enough room," Buck observed the space underneath the car where the woman had been lying. "We can slide a backboard under here and pull her out of that way."
Eddie placed the stethoscope against her chest to check for her heartbeat. "Okay, can you tell me your name?"
Despite the tremendous pain she was in, she managed to muster a response. "Lorraine."
Finally approaching the scene, Hen and Chimney strode up to the trio and the blonde woman who had been lying down in pain. Hen had appeared blatantly puzzled as she tried to recall where she knew the woman. "Hey, wait, don't we know you?"
"Uh, no, I don't...I don't think so," Lorraine denied.
"Last year, Hancock Park," Hen said.
"That's right," Chimney suddenly agreed. "I never forget a femur."
Athena had been the officer reporting to the scene and appeared behind Chimney, staring skeptically at the woman. "Hmm, it's the damned Porch Pirate."
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That same afternoon, the 118 had pulled up to Parkview Cemetery after receiving a call that there had been an incident at the scene of the protest which caused a disturbance at a funeral. The firetruck had shifted into park and everyone had escaped one by one, following after their captain who was greeting Athena.
"Sergeant Grant," Bobby greeted.
"Captain. Mr. Personality over here started coughing, grabbing his side, and fell over," Athena explained the situation as she guided them over to the old white man that had been on the grass hunched over in pain. "Could be appendicitis. I'm not sure."
