Quotes About Emergency

Think no more about it," Jim assured them. "We have a charge account at Wimpy's. Dad set it up for Honey and me in case of an emergency. We can fill up on hamburgers, French fried potatoes, and malts at least. Let's go.

I let her through. She checked Derek's pulse and his breathing, saying both seemed okay, then leaned down to his face. Nothing weird on his breath. Smells . . . like toothpaste. Derek's eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was Tori's face inches from his. He jumped and let out an oath. Simon cracked up. I madly motioned for him to be quiet. Are you okay? I asked Derek. He is now, Simon said. After Tori jump-started his heart.

I moved up beside Jamie.I have to go. She frowned at me. Where? I pressed a hand to the bottom of my belly. My bladder.It- Ah. She gave a small laugh. We interrupt this life-or-death situation for a pregnancy pee break. Don't see that in the movies, do you?

Nicole was trying to rouse her dad. Hayley was doing the same with the pilot. I took the headset and got on the radio again. No one was responding. So either we tried to land or we kept flying until Sam lost control and we plunged into the strait.

There's a nook around back," I said. "It's an emergency exit, so no one ever uses it." "I thought you didn't date guys from school?" "Doesn't mean I don't know the make-out spots." "Make-out? I thought we were talking. But if you insist…

I fired. The bullet hit him below the shoulder. He fell, his mouth working, eyes wide with shock. "It might not be fatal," I said. "Depends on how long it takes you to find your cell phone.

We had to get him to a doctor and, until then, I could only presume it was heart failure and perform CPR if he stopped breathing. I unbuttoned the mayor's shirt. When Nicole inched forward, the pilot snapped at her, and Corey told him to go to hell, which really didn't help matters.

Wake him up!" Hayley shouted. "Someone wake him up!" Daniel and I shook the pilot. The helicopter dropped a couple of feet and we stumbled. Corey ran over. "Help me get him out!" he shouted to Daniel as he grabbed the front of the pilot's jacket. "I can fly it." "Based on what?" Sam appeared at his side. "Video games?" Corey scowled. "You got a better idea?

Rafe started to rise again. Daniel caught his arm. "They're not from the fire department," he whispered. "Right. In a fire truck, wearing fire--" "And carrying automatic rifles? Maybe that's standard gear for rescue workers in the States, but no one carries those here. Not even the cops.

True prayer is a way of life, not just for use in cases of emergency.

Nobody could tell us or really had a very good idea, if there were a massive release of radiation, what kind of medical treatment people were going to need and this or that, or, indeed, whether there would be medical personnel around.

The first one, obviously, was walking into my office at eight o'clock in the morning on Wednesday, and being told there was a telephone call saying that there was an incident at Three Mile Island, and that it had shut down and that beyond that we didn't know.

Attachment mothering is not martyr mothering. Don't think that AP means baby pulls Mommy's string and she jumps. Because of the trust that develops between attached parents and their attached children, parents' response time gradually lengthens as baby gains the ability to control himself. Then mother jumps only when it's an emergency.

Saving a life is not a matter of skill, it's a matter of opportunity.

Ce n'est pas la première fois qu'un attentat secoue Tel-Aviv, et les secours sont menés au fur et à mesure avec une efficacité grandissante. Mais un attentat reste un attentat. À l'usure, on peut le gérer techniquement, pas humainement. L'émoi et l'effroi ne font pas bon ménage avec le sang-froid. Lorsque l'horreur frappe, c'est toujours le cÅ"ur qu'elle vise en premier.

Dr. Sheri Fink put it all together in Five Days at Memorial, a searing account of what happened when the backup generators failed, the water taps went dry, the

that on any given night, an average of five hundred teenagers are taken to hospital emergency rooms for alcohol poisoning or other effects of binge drinking.

HELP! Someone's trodden on me bits!

Dave? This is John." "What are you-" Alive? "-in an ambulance or something?" "Yes and no. Are you still at the police station?" "Yeah. We were both-" "Have I died yet?

This is my emergency kit. It contained a roll of duct tape, a spare pair of pants, an envelope with two hundred dollars, two bags of dried fruit, two packages of beef jerky, three bottles of water, a roll of thick shop towels you see mechanics use, a small metal pipe - just right for cracking a skull with - and a fake beard. Look, you never know.

Once a kata has been learned, it must be practised repeatedly until it can be applied in an emergency, for knowledge of just the sequence of a kata in karate is useless.

Homicide detectives know it as well. Emergency room nurses, paramedics—they all know the dirty little secret: It doesn't get any easier. In fact, it lives in you. Every trauma, every horrible sight, every senseless death, every feral, blood-soaked act of violence in the name of self-preservation—they all accumulate like silt at the bottom of a person's heart until the weight is unbearable.

Fourteen members of the House of Representatives got stuck in an elevator together, and it ended badly. They got out.

In an emergency, save the scientists.