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Morphine Magic

John Gage and Roy DeSoto stood next to the gurney in Rampart General Hospital’s emergency room. Laying on said gurney was Chet Kelly, fellow firefighter, injured in a fire they'd all attended to in the last few hours. The two paramedics had stopped to check on him after bringing in yet another person injured in the same fire. Both men were relieved to see their fellow firefighter resting comfortably and soon to be well on his way to recovery. After a few minutes of kooky “conversation” with Chet, John and Roy prepared to leave.

Johnny patted Chet's uninjured leg. “All right, well, go to sleep, Chet. You're a little loopy.”

The injured fireman managed to look affronted, though the expression was spoiled by his smoke-dirty face and wild hair, even his mustache looked disheveled. “I...I...I...I ammmm not loop...loop...loopy! I am...I'm...” Chet's voice trailed off as his eyes momentarily glazed over. A second later, his eyes refocused and he looked at John. His bushy brows danced. “H-Hey, Gage…man, you...you should really shave off that b-b-beard. Cap's not g-gonna be happy if he sees it.”

“What?” Johnny rubbed at his bare chin. “I don't have a beard, Chet. I don’t even have five o’clock shadow!”

“Suuuure, you do.” Chet's hands flailed as he gestured toward Gage. “It's a big an' bushy beard. And it’s red! How’d you manage that, huh? Sure is gonna t-take a while to get that shaved off. But, you know, may—maybe you should keep the mustache. It makes you look...groovy.”

Gage chuckled and looked at his partner. “Man, how much morphine are they givin' him?”

Chet turned his head and his gaze wandered until it fell on DeSoto. His mouth slowly dropped open. “Heeeeyyy, R-Roy? What...what are you doing in that...that dress? I gotta say, man, it's not...not a good look on you. And that cleavage? Kinda risque, isn't it?”

While Johnny snickered loudly, DeSoto shook his head. Looking at Gage, he joked, “Yeah, maybe we oughta ask Dixie to check his dosage.”

Chet yawned and his eyelids drooped. He wiggled on the gurney. “I think I need a nap.”

Johnny patted his leg again. “You do that, Chet. A nice long nap is just what you need.”

“Yeah,” Roy interjected, “we'll swing by tomorrow and see how you're doing.”

Chet snuffled and dropped into a doze as the paramedics made their way out of the room. As they made their way down the hall, Johnny laughed, “Can you believe Chet thought I had a beard! Oh, man, now the question is, why would he see me with a beard? And a red one at that!”

“No, the real question is,” Roy muttered, “why on earth did he see ME in a dress?”

“Well now, partner, you do kinda have the legs for it.”

Roy offered his partner a side-eyed mock glare. “Yeah, careful there, Junior,” Roy dangled the keys to the squad in front of him, “I might just make you walk back to the station.”

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