X-ray Chapter 5, part 2

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The rest of the morning passed well enough, with a CHF-exacerbation before the even reached post, and a week-and-dizzy a little before noon. And the second call didn't even count, Ian thought, since they were canceled before they arrived. "What does that mean?" Ian asked BLS crew on scene called a code white.

"No patient," Frank said, "false alarm or something."

"She took a cab," Three-five David said when they met at another diff-breather later that afternoon. "You want to move her?"

Ian nodded and knelt to lift the patient onto the stair chair. "She took a cab?" He asked.

"Yeah. We're going to lift you onto the chair, sweetie," he said to their patient, "one, two, three."

"Why did she call an ambulance?"

"How do I know? We're going to lean you back, Mrs Rivera," he said, tipped back the stair chair and wheeled Mrs. Rivera out to the stairway. At the ambulance they buckled her into the stretcher, and five minutes later they dropped her off in the hospital.

"Why does someone call an ambulance and then take a cab?" Ian asked his partner as they climbed back into their ambulance.

"How should I know?" Said Frank, dismissing the subject with a growl. He took a careful sip of the coffee he had purchased before the call in made a face. "Coffee," he told Ian, gesturing in front of them with one hand and dumping the contents of his cup out the window.

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Author's note: is it clear who is talking, and whom is being addressed, in the scene with Mrs Rivera?