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One of the good things about not always being the first in the door was being able to avoid the weapons that people stupidly waved around. The LAPD would handle the guns and knives and other “bad idea” objects that people would arm themselves with, and as soon as the scene was clear, in comes the LAFD to assist with injuries, rescue, and transport.
Of course, that didn’t always work to their advantage.
The 118 had been called to a large airsoft indoor field. One of the onsite EMTs had called for them as one of the players had taken a nasty injury that was out of her ability to treat. They were helping the teen out of his gear and into the safe area (or so one of the other players had dubbed it) when someone threw what looked like a grenade over one of the plywood walls, ignoring the calls of their team to hold fire.
It didn’t explode, but it sure packed a punch.
Buck had seen a grenade before, while in SEAL training (as well as his year in the Navy, but he’d only told Bobby and Eddie about that). He remembered how loud the explosion sounded to him. This wasn’t a real grenade, but it was close.
Once his eyes cleared from the bright flash that had emitted from the grenade, he stayed on his knees. His head was still spinning from the ringing in his ears. It took a second for him to realize that Eddie was in front of him, mouthing words.
Can you hear me?
Buck shook his head no and pointed to his ears, then twirled his finger to explain his dizziness. Eddie nodded, typed something onto his phone, and showed him the screen.
Sound grenade. Landed right next to you. Give yourself a moment, you should be fine.
Already sound was slowly returning. He took Eddie’s outstretched hand and pushed himself to his feet, steadying himself and taking in the area. Their patient had been moved, probably while he’d been reeling on the ground. Athena was reading someone the riot act alongside someone in tactical gear - probably the player’s team captain. Bobby was standing behind his wife, letting her do the talking while looking as though he might join in, but also taking a second to spare a glance his way.
“Sound grenades? Could’ve stayed in the Navy for that.”