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Twelve feet away Andy's patient was giving up on his side of the Mets-Yankees debate. Andy squeezed his patient's hand - Marc, it had turned out his name was. This was not the time Andy was interested in winning this debate. "Marc," he called, "Marc."
Halfway between the two patients Rescue Three had completed their cribbing and placed their air bags. You guys wanna pull out?" the fire lieutenant asked.
"Oh," Marcus indicated their patients, "we'll go when they go."
"I'm not leaving without my date." Andy said.
"It's cold." Marc replied.
The whoosh of air and the creak and groan as the car stirred, shifted, and rose. Rescue Three braced and cribbed the car at its new height, then Lieutenant Squadron, the two medic units, and the newly arrived Three-five Charlie and One-Nine Adam pulled both now-unresponsive patients free from the train.
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