“Stabilize him!” Armand shouted, struggling to keep the IV line straight as the ambulance rocked on the road, Bindy keeping them barreling across the city. Outside, the night was interrupted with flashes of red and blue as the siren wailed loudly. Periodically, a flash of white would fill the window “Dammit, Roddy. Stabilize him.”
“I’m trying, alright?!” His trainee said tersely as struggled to keep the twitching convulsing man on the stretcher. They’d picked him up downtown, sprawled out in the middle of the intersection with limbs vibrating so hard, Roddy was half-afraid he would break them. Loading him into the wagon was a near impossible challenge
Red speckled froth was on the corners of the man’s mouth, but no matter how many times Roddy wiped it away, more would appear. “This doesn’t look good. Any idea what caused this?” He asked, his voice heavy with concern.
The old EMP vet just shook his head. “No idea. Could be some kind of seizure or attack. Never seen anything like this before.” A thick sigh escaped his lips, “We don’t hurry, we’re going to lose him. That much I know.”
As if on cue, the wagon slowed down then stopped. “What the hell?” Armand muttered and banged on the wall to get Bindy’s attention. “What’s going on?”
She glanced over her shoulder, “Road jam. Bad one. Gonna take a few minutes.”
“Well, make yourself known and push through. Time’s a wasting.” Armand ordered before turning his attention back to the patient. “Someone’s not on his side today.”
The man moaned loudly, head rolling about. A tortured whisper floated up from his throat. “Did he just say something?” Roddy asked, shooting Armand a puzzle look.
“Ignore it and just concentrate on keeping him alive.” Armand demanded as he looked out the window, “He’ll have plenty of time to be chatty when he gets to the hospital.”
“Cave.” The man muttered, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he began to convulse again with renewed severity. The two paramedics shot each other a curious look as they both tried to restrain his flailing body.
“Cave?” Roddy asked.
“I think that’s what he said.” Armand replied with a shrug, “Must be delusional.”
The man must have heard him because his eyes snapped open and he strained against his binds. “Cave! Cave!” His voice was tinged with terror. “Attendite me!” He repeated over and over, muscles flexed and strained as he tried to break free.
“Whoa!” Armand cried, pushing down harder, “What’s he saying?”
Roddy cocked his head and listened to the words. “That sounds latin.”
“You speak latin?” Armand asked incredulously.
“I took a class in college.” Roddy just replied with a shrug, “For fun.”
“Nerd.” Armand grunted with half a grin, “So what’s he saying?”
“I think he’s saying beware of him.” The younger paramedic, ignoring the verbal jab. “Just over and over.” Without warning, the ambulance started moving again. Traffic around them parted and allowed the wagon through.
Armand let out a sharp huff, “This guy’s a couple fish short of a taco.” The man was ceaseless in his stuggles. In fact, he seemed to be getting stronger with every minute that passed. “Something seriously wrong. Bindy, how far are we?”
“Five minutes. Maybe less.” She called over her shoulder, “What’s going on back there?”
Neither paramedic said anything as the continued struggling to keep the thrashing man in the stretcher. “Venit! Venit!” He began calling out at the top of his lungs, his skin glistening from the sweat all over him. Another surge of strength, he managed to pull his arm free and shoved Roddy hard. The young man hit the wall of ambulance, getting the wind knocked out of him, and slumped to the floor gasping.
“Crap! Crap!” Armand cursed as he fought a losing battle against the bizarrely strong patient. An iron grip closed on his Armand’s collar and hauled him close. Armand stared in shock at the bloodshot eyes glaring madly at him.
“What is going on back there? I’m trying to drive here!” Bindy hollered, “Two minutes.”
Armand just stared in silent horror as the man stared back at him. In a cracked croaking voice, he gargled out “Ego autem veni.” His supernatural strength spent, he released Armand and collapsed on the stretcher. One last rattling breath escaped his throat before his chest fell still.
The ambulance rolled to a stop and Bindy looked over her shoulder, “Alright, we’re…” then she came to a stop when she saw the two bewildered paramedics sitting there stunned with a corpse. “What the hell happened?”
Armand found his voice first. “You figure that out, you let me know.” He just muttered.