Scene safety

“Medic 9 to operations, you’d better send the police down behind Stop & Shop. Some guy was just trying to flag us down.”

The dispatcher acknowledged, then looked to us. “Why don’t you take A9 and check it out? It’s right down the block. I’ll notify Sin City PD.”

OG and I saddled up the Ambulance 9 and went looking for trouble. Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?

As advertised, Trouble was waiting in the bushes behind the supermarket. A young man jumped out as we approached, running toward us and waving his arms above his head. “My buddy got beat up,” he said as we pulled over. “In there,” pointing toward Sketchy Dive Bar across the street.

We quickly ascertained that he was unhurt and his friend was still inside the bar. “A9 to Operations, advise SCPD this looks like a bar fight. We’ll be standing-” SLAM!!

OG was gone from the cab. I glanced in the mirror just in time to see him disappear into the bar.

GRRRR. OG was old enough to know better.

“A9 to operations, priority traffic! My partner just went into the bar. Advise SCPD to put a rush on it. I’m going in after him and I’ll be on my Nextel.” We didn’t have a portable radio.

Four blocks away, the dispatcher sounded appropriately worried. He’d put a rush on the PD, but he had no backup available to send us.

OG had gone into the bar completely bare handed. I don’t know what he thought he was going to do. I opened up the side door to our equipment and threw the ‘first in’ bag onto my shoulder. I also unzipped the oxygen bag and gripped the neck of the tank in my left hand. It would function as a large club if defense became necessary.

I shouldered open the door of the bar. Inside it was a typical neighborhood bar: dark, smoky, and lit mostly by televisions and neon signs. Things seemed fairly calm, with a few patrons nursing beers at the bar and watching a ball game. The bartender paused and wordlessly pointed toward the restroom in the back.

I crossed the length of the bar with my back to the wall; nothing seemed amiss, but I’d just been told there was a fight in here. OG hadn’t been gone long enough to get in much trouble, had he?

I found OG in the Men’s room treating a bloody nose with paper towels. I quickly dragged him and the patient back out to the ambulance, to the sound of the arriving cavalry.

4 comments

  1. The Grumpy Dispatcher

    When it works out, it works out. When it doesn't it goes badly.After finding a mere bloody nose, there's no room to say "it's a good thing we took a chance on that one."To be honest, after all this time I had never considered the green bottle as a weapon. Nice.

  2. The Grumpy Dispatcher

    When it works out, it works out. When it doesn't it goes badly.

    After finding a mere bloody nose, there's no room to say "it's a good thing we took a chance on that one."

    To be honest, after all this time I had never considered the green bottle as a weapon. Nice.

  3. mack505

    Thanks. I'm glad to know someone is getting something useful from my ramblings.You're right, it worked out OK in this case. It never should've happened, though. We got very lucky.

  4. mack505

    Thanks. I'm glad to know someone is getting something useful from my ramblings.

    You're right, it worked out OK in this case. It never should've happened, though. We got very lucky.