Jake hobbles onto the bus and checks the driver. Heather asks, "Is he alive?" Jake gasps, "Yeah," and then lets the driver slump over as he was, turning his attention to the pretty schoolteacher. Nice. Heather says that she think she broke her leg. He asks her whether she can feel her toes, and takes off his jacket as she says, "Yeah, don't worry about me. Worry about them." There are about twenty kids sitting on the bus. Jake asks if anyone's hurt. A kid near the back raises his hand and announces, "Stacy's sick. She can't breathe."
Jake hurries to the back of the bus, where a very cute little girl is laying in her seat, clutching her neck with both hands. The kid behind Stacy explains, "When the bus stopped, she was like this," and rests his chin on the back of the seat in front of him. Jake asks the girl to move her hands so he can see. The kids in the bus watch raptly as Jake eyes the nasty bruise on Stacy's throat. Jake asks Heather if there's an ice pack he can use to stop the swelling. Heather instructs Lucas, the flashlight-holder, to fetch a first aid kit out from under the front seat. She thinks she broke her leg, the driver's unconscious, and she surely knew there was a girl in the back who'd been hurt, but until now, it didn't occur to her to get the first aid kit? I'm not too impressed with Heather. Stacy gasps squeakily as Jake takes one of those cold compress packs out of the kit and presses it to Stacy's throat. Stacy moans a little and shuts her eyes. Jake leans down to check her breathing, and the urgent music suddenly turns somber. D'oh. After a long moment of muttering "Think," to himself, Jake stands up and desperately asks for a pen. Lucas says, "We have pencils!" Heh. Jake says he needs a tube. A girl named Julie says that she has a straw, and hurries over with her juice box. Jake examines it and says, "It's too thin." He asks if anyone else has a juice box, and most of the kids raise their hands. If the kids brought them along for their lunches, why didn't they drink them already? Tsk. He tells the kids to get them out, along with some Band-Aids. "Make them into a circle!" he orders. While Julie collects the straws, Jake pulls out his pocket knife and wipes it with an alcohol pad. He asks the boy in the next seat to hold Stacy down, "in case she wakes up." The kid reaches down and presses his palm against Stacy's forehead. "Don't look," Jake adds, and the kid obediently turns his head. Jake starts to cut into Stacy's neck. The kid holding her head kind of squints and peeks for a second. I swear, the kids on this show are so much more likable than the adults. Jake asks for the straws, and Julie hands them over. She watches like she thinks this is kinda cool, while the girl next to her is obviously horrified. Love the kids. And I usually don't. Jake sticks the bundle of straws into Stacy's throat. The bundle looks like it's about dime-sized, which seems excessive. He leans over and begins puffing air through the straws. Stacy starts breathing. The audience yawns. Relieved, Jake collapses into a seat across the aisle. Shouldn't he maybe be holding those straws in place, or holding the puncture in her neck closed, maybe?