The Big Reds

In one week alone the old people in the neighborhood suddenly got weak and were visited by the 2 big reds, namely the paramedics and the fire truck. So, on those two separate days my parking spot was compromised, there was considerable rubbernecking but I have the misfortune of reporting both incidents to Mr. Landlord who was stuck to his room, oblivious to the whole thing happening just yards away from his doorstep... On the first one, which happened on a Monday, Mr S who lived directly across the street fell down somewhere in his house and broke his back. He had to be rushed to Kaiser which is like a minute away and moved to another Kaiser in Redwood. Mr S doesn't talk much but we connected only by a wave of a hand and a slight nod every morning during his cigarette break and me warming up the car for work. Poor man... Just this morning, the same fire truck parked in the same spot, in front of Mr. S house, to wait while a gurney carried an old woman (maybe the mother of the other neighbor, Mr S#2) from the house beside it. I personally don't know said mother of S#2 as much (or what happened to her) but the only surprise was there were other people living in the small house than what I have known before; I thought it was only S#2, his parents and his girlfriend. Poor woman...
An ominous cloud lingered with Mr Landlord and me this day. He thought he'll probably be next? Which big red is it, I wonder? A visit from the medics since I got sick again for the third time this month or the firemen since he can't stop smoking even with a smoke detector. I hope not both but only the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.