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Pat was checking his gear at work when the call came in, 'Gas explosion at Grisholm Academy'. all available stations were requested since there were reports of mass casualties. Luckily there were no reports of fire however there appeared to be a Carbon Monoxide leak that was the cause of some of the casualties. He grabbed the necessary gear and off they went. With the lights and siren blaring the fire truck and ambulance flew through the city streets. As Pat held on to keep from being flung around the cab he tried to remember what was being held at the hall that weekend. He remembered it was some big concert but since he was working he didn't pay nearly enough attention to the event poster. "It's the Luna Bay concert," one of his buddies shouted to be heard over the sound of the siren.

"What?" Pat was sure he had misheard him. It wasn't any band he had heard off.

"Luna Bay. It's the Luna Bay concert." The other EMT looked at Pat and realized that the redhead had never heard of the group. He chuckled, "Geeze Lucky. One would think you would have heard about the hottest band of the season."

Before Pat could open his mouth to shoot a comment back a voice shouted from the driver's section, "Shut up you two." Pat could feel the vehicle weave and slow down as it came to a blocked area. It will take all the drivers concentration to get them through it safely. Leaning towards his friend Pat shouted quietly, "how bad?"

"Bad enough man. Bad enough."

Pat sat back with trepidation. Tonight looked like it wasn't going to end well. He could only hope he was wrong.

Once Pat's group reached the Academy the tall redhead could see dozens of other emergency personnel there. A temporary triage station was set up where minor injuries were being looked at while a few ambulances rolled out with their lights flashing, carrying the more life threatening injured to the hospital.

They got a short run down as to what was going on before they entered the fray. Apparently the building is still full of people still being pulled out but the carbon monoxide has apparently disappeared so it was safe to enter without additional gear. With that info Pat and his cohorts headed into the building, splitting up to search for victims. It didn't take Pat long before he found one... Or to be more accurate, two.

A young man was with a older guy who was on the ground. Pat approached, "I'm Pat and I'm here to help." He came up and knelt next to the guy on the ground, visually checking his form for major external injuries while searching for a pulse by checking his wrist. He silently eyed the bright haired boy in front of him for the same type of injuries. At least the kid was standing and appeared coherent, though it would take more than just standing there to prove he was ok.

Pat breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he caught a steady heartbeat, barring any major internal issues looked like this fella was just knocked out. He did a quick checked on the pupils with a small flashlight and they reacted normally so there wasn't immediate brain damage. He saw a few minor cuts and bruises but they were expected. Still Pat wasn't going to risk further possible damage by moving him. He wrapped a neck brace around his patient's neck and flagged down another person to request a backboard for transport.

He smiled softly and moved over to the boy. "Your brother will be just fine. I want to get him on a backboard so he can be moved outside easer and the brace is just to keep his head steady." He knelt down and dug in his bag to come up with some basic supplies. "Now while we wait why don't we get you fixed up. Can you tell me your name and where you are right now?" He asked as he took out a flashlight and flicked it on. "This is going to be bright. Bear with it for a few moments please. What is your brothers name? Do you know what day it is?" Pat flicked the light in and out of the boy's extraordinary colored eyes. Both the lights and the questions were to help determine if the kid was suffering from a concussion or residual effects of the carbon monoxide. "Does your head hurt? What about anything else?"

Pat was pleased by the normal reaction of the kid's, Briar's, he mentally corrected, pupils and his coherent answers. "I can imagine the concert wasn't any fun once the gas explosion happened." Pat said with a rueful smile as he put away the flashlight. "It's not just the falling debris that we have to worry about when it comes to a head injury." He fished out some antiseptic and bandages, he didn't want to leave the boy alone with his brother while they were waiting for a backboard. There seemed like there were a lot of medical personnel who were transporting and treating civilians so Pat didn't feel too bad by sticking around the kid. It would be better for Briar of he was around, at least until they could get his brother outside and either awake or to a hospital.

"This is going to sting some," he warned as he began to tend to the visible cuts on Briar's arms. "Carbon Monoxide has a tendency to cause light headedness, confusion, headaches, vertigo, and flu-like symptoms so by asking basic questions like what's your name, location, date, etcetera we can get a feel as to how much exposure from the gas you received." The EMT knew that Briar likely didn't care, or was even following Pat's explanation but the tall red-head rambled on to provide a distraction for the boy as he methodically cleaned then bandaged the countless cuts and scrapes. When he ran out of things to say Pat asked, "can you tell me what happened?" He was hoping to get some idea of what exactly happened, and what kind of injures to expect.

No explosion? Pat frowned briefly as he finished placing the last bandage on Briar's arm. His confusion faded some as the boy explained about the fog. "Oh you mean a special effect from the concert. It sounds like it malfunctioned." It was a logical explanation but something about the whole situation sent chills up his spine.

"A monster hum?" Pat was doing his best to placate the boy to keep him calm but even as Pat glanced at the giant hole in the floor he felt an eerie sense that Briar was telling the truth. Being an EMT in this city meant he had encountered a lot of people who flaked strange things, most could be explained away but a few.... A few were beyond the bounds of normal and well into the range of strange. The redhead wondered if this explosion was going to be one of them. "If there was a monster where is it now? Did it dissipate with the fog?" Could the boy had an adverse reaction to the special effects and the gas? It might explain the 'monster' but it didn't really explain the lack of symptoms.

Since he was finished patching up Briar he moved back over to his brother, Scott, and began to clean and treat the minor cuts he could access without moving him too much. If a group doesn't come with a backboard soon he will have to go get one himself, he didn't want to leave the brothers in the rubble too long. Especially if Briar was showing lingering effects of the gas since it might mean Scott with have the same issues once he was awake.

Pat eyed the crushed and wilted petals scattered about the destroyed venue. He felt a chill run up his spine, as if someone had dropped ice cubes down his shirt. Of course the kid had to be imagining things, the fog and petals were all part of the special effects and the 'monster' was just a reaction to the gas that had been released during the explosion.... Right? He swallowed hard and mentally turned away from the thought that Briar was right.

Like a stroke of luck the sound from the figure by his hands distracted Pat. He glanced down and saw that Scott seemed to be coming around. With a calming hand on the other guy's shoulder Pat leaned over until he got a clear view of Scott's eyes. "You will be just fine. I'm Pat and I'm an EMT. Right now I'm waiting for a backboard to get you out of here safely. The brace around your neck is just a precaution. Please keep calm and still." He leaned back slightly so Briar could see his brother. He smiled up at the younger boy and did his best to comfort the brothers.

"Everything will be just fine guys. In fact I can see the other EMTs are coming over now." Pat could see four guys heading over with a bored. Soon the two guys would be outside and getting a second look over before heading on to a hospital if it's necessary. Pat figured they would just as a precaution. He fished out his flashlight and quickly performed the same eye test on Scott that he did on Briar, glad that Scott's eyes reacted normally. "Anything really hurt? Your pretty banged up but you seem in one piece."

Pat smiled softly at the simple interaction between the brothers. Something as simple as a normally disagreeable nickname used by a loved one in a time of stress helped relieve the build up worry. It was kind of amusing to see how an annoying name became a welcomed comment since it meant everything would be ok. As the brothers were talking, well more like silently checking each other, Pat gave a quick run down to the other guys who were waiting for the clearance to get the brothers out of there.

He turned back to Briar when the young boy spoke to him. "Nah I didn't do anything. You are doing more for him by sticking with him then I did by applying some band-aids." He gestured to the four guys, "these guys are going to help you and your brother get out of here. Stick with them and everything will be fine." He helped them get Scott situated and watched as they were ready to go. "Take good care of your brother Briar. I'm going to go help others now. Everything will be A-Okay, alright?" After getting the reply he expected Pat shouldered his bag and headed deeper into the destruction, looking for more people injured and in need of help.